Shakespeare and Victor Hugo´s Intimacies

At Shakespeare and Victor Hugo's Streets, in Mexico City, my grandmother has a lodging house. A refugee where all kinds of people that reveal the human being in all its splendour and singularity, have been through. When I was 10 years old I met one of them. His name was Jorge Riosse. He painted me and sang for me. My grandmother remembers him as a very special young man that filled up her life with art and love. But she also suspects that he murdered a dozen women.