The Sun And The Hungry, Marcello, Black Nights An More stories
At dusk, she waits, while smokes the cigarrette and thinks how she lied because she likes live into lie... He looked for into nights and he found a key for opened the exit door for come back.And more stories... I listened silent voices. They talked about me, about my people, about my life. They're liars. They hate.
I closed my eyes and singing, waited...

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