Someone, not long ago told me a story about a young French cellist. dark and thin with pale skin. wearing a long brown coat identical to those of both I like Audrey.
in his head a knit cap Redondo (never remember me as they are called) dropped to the left side black. was colored scarf, beige (Paris say that cold is terrible) to match your bag.
loves to travel, that's for sure, as it keeps in that bag train tickets from many different places, books in Castilian and perhaps some in Russian. a bag of snuff rolling and smoking a cigarette even after coffee. also a picture that always ends up entangled with the cord from his pocket watch he had bought aLquella story appeared in the middle of one of the few dreams I remember waking up.
Year! Badajoz let's go! Long live ContemPopránea!
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