Providenciales, by Jean Maninat - César Miguel Rondón

By: Jean Maninat We live among men (and women) providential. They all came to the planet with a mission to accomplish, their footprint on earth is not mere dust compacted by a tread, no sir! It is indelible, chiselled in marble every day by themselves, punched, with the chin pointing towards History (so, with H epica) the boiling eyes, the index finger fusing the air; or entangled the gaze and hands crossed over the chest in gesture of reception…