Milena Velba At 20 Years Old

traditionally applied photographic composition Fiestas Patrias

had to go to bed early, almost together with the Sun and the old house in front, but it was your time ... perhaps the steady drip coffee and sorry a bit distracted you, or you may have Green was the distant smell of chicken, or the scale of the faucet in the kitchen. You should clean up a bit. Moving the refrigerator should be entertaining. You can poke your big head and look at the seven or eight dead mice. They say that humidity kills. Each of the small droplets that float in the air begin to pierce your skin, which then internalize, as innocent orphans, in your organs, and then there is no way to deport ... When you realize there is an endless procession of dangerous knives around you. "Shit," you say, "I need to close the windows." And the hour. You have not slept. Maybe it was the dirt, danger, or the parade ... "But that's funny," you say, "This year, influenza ate the parade ..." ... And you realize ... "Damn!"