black to be seen through a subway tunnel. all seen,
black to be seen through a subway tunnel.all seen, and I do not: instead of shoulders, abdomen and thighs - an endless ribbon of tubes and wires.
three huge bubble is bigger than my index finger three times, and the smell of the sea, in reality turns out to be ammonia. Nobody knows, and a little scary.
No emotion - just a bent arm at the elbow a little pricks and consciousness that runs on a second front, then a second behind, while his legs confident conclusion to the sun.
the most dazzling smile kissing my eyes the first time in my life without blinking sparks emotion, and the short throat ice white grape juice, like a water park, frolic on bends of the esophagus.
spring unexpectedly, but quite naturally helps to relax the clenched jaw in the morning, straighten your elbow and decompress cams, a thread with a jeweler carefully pulling a smile from the very solar plexus.
and the child truly wants to believe that someone, even if they do not know for sure, but even in black does not see through ..