As If from Nowhere Miguel Angel's sentences have the shuddering of what is about to fade. Memories haunt him like a baggage car that does not quite fit. But let's talk about his voice, somewhat faded by the years. As if words were spying on him . As if there were no throat only a guitar of spoils among the stones and snow of New York City. He talks about his mother who is in her 90's and lives on the beaches of Rincon . Talks about the wife and grandchild he’s left behind. Suddenly, death is him and this is the ferry's last stop. Miguel Angel from nowhere, the world becomes numerous, but the cold keeps its stories.
