melancholy sunsets listening to the clucking of the ducks. The tide is falling, the swans grouped with a small group of tourists that never stop fattening. Just fucking them with their children taught to speak to a dull baby, break the peace scheme drawn by four rays of sun that you want to drive into the sea.
environmental Insurgents are only interested in their bites. A little slap joins the orgy of noise after telling a girl about 8 years
"We're going to go bottle.
least have decent parents.
Now come others, but these come with binoculars and spotted a cormorant. There are a whore, go long. Prefer another corner.
regains the atmosphere of peace and solitude.
sun rays fall on the mountain now. I do not even know where mosquitoes fall dead, and I am here, listening like a "chumbachumba" from my portable player they were nonexistent.
My feet still walking, civilization begins to hear. A horn on a country road seedy pita to fishermen. The village is about, but time has stood still.
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