清风徐来,明月皎洁,心淡如水。夏夏与老头
作者:单卉, 发布时间:2026-01-21 10:51:36
For two minutes, all we see are calves, bare feet and asphalt. Every time a foot hits the ground, it makes a slapping sound, accompanied by the runner’s rapid breathing. The rhythm is steady, and yet there is an urgency to the shot.
The runner is Félix Bruzzone, a writer who lives near the Campo de Mayo military base on the outskirts of Buenos Aires. His research and experience...
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