Elías didn’t answer. He was drawing an angel on the tunnel wall with a piece of coal. The angel had no arms.
“He lost his arms carrying our violence,” said La Loca Teresa, a woman who claimed she could hear the prayers of rats. “Now he asks us to be his hands.” Los vagabundos de Dios - Mario Mendoza.epub
The judge in the gray suit stood up, walked to the officers, and said, “Arrest me. I have a sentence to serve.” Elías didn’t answer