Cactus is a community of four monks dedicated to the translation, layout, reading books, and writing pamphlets. The walls of the monastery began to pile up in the early years of the millennium swirls force, as winds build without knowing why a pile of leaves. And unwittingly, the monks now found one day protected from worldly ties of prestige, headquarters, skills, and invasion of the mental noise that makes the cops, leaving not think. They were found in a living space. The walls, of course, they crack and leak from the beginning, not old, but because it finally is always outdoors. But the monks have patience. And they have other things to do, but they have nothing better to do.
The dome of the monastery emulates a constellation of works and authors who are not going to cut to the little people and their bickering, nor playwrights in the theater of the personifications. Loose f...read more