Author Archives: PachaMamita EC

Dark god of the depths, fern, mushroom, hyacinth, among rocks no one has seen, there in the abyss, where dawn, against the light of the sun, lowers the night to the bottom of the sea, and the octopus sucks up its somber ink with the suction cups of its tentacles. Someone threw a harpoon and the octopus breathes death through the second suffocation that constitutes its wound. From its […]