Good morning, ma'am, I'm here, I'm sitting, I'm sorry, I'm a busy time, but you know, I have to tell you, I told you I did. Vabeh, nothing is definitive, maybe tomorrow I thought that... ah true, yes, then tomorrow I have a date with someone I said that...
My visions How the fury of the wind arrives and sweeps. Collect from the road the stale dust, fattened by the heavy smog, lifts it in napkins, transports it along with the paper, knocks it on the walls of the houses, collects the dead leaves, plastic bags, and drags them far, playing with the umbrellas of four...