your legs tremble and shake your cheeks when Peruvian fog, shivering, leans over the balcony ... Dark. And pass a few cars and three, four or maybe five that parade, cut the light water droplets that wet wet your shirt and your breasts. Ask for a cigarette and lights it zealously and rapidly. It starts raining and you decide to enter the room. Not finished smoking. Throw a few insults in the air and walk into the house blaming the government for the bad weather ... definitely national holidays have begun ...
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