Am Not a rickety cart Viewing the contract in the darkness of the road. Take notice of signs. Configuring my reality as maicol diria. It's wonderful landscape to come home from my boss.
contemplate some lines, the noise comes from the speakers. While we chew just to be awake and of course the chorus of the songs are missing on the road. Some photos, mile 433, temperature 9. Fast food to save time, they say. And another highway. After a coffee with vanilla, peanuts to continue driving.
And another verse comes in this corner and a silence falls on the statements of a deer.
Before all this, there was an abuse with the applicants we all of course, perhaps due to lack of data. There was hunger, distress, lack of attention and only by request permission to have me here now on this side. Everything to wait for the authority, Mexicans who reborujan with their identity. Revision of protocol or if the fear hierarchy and shrinks the feet, be one more. The Ciudad Juarez polvarera of almost the same in the time of the Mexican Revolution, at least so it is shown in the texts that I read. Powerful
morning, looked like a train about to spill over the rails.
. ♫ Arcade Fire - Waku up
