Dreams and wishes of the coming glory.
Just expressing out my melancholy.
It’s impossible to play games nowadays, maybe that’s why they download them illegally?
Desire to flee, ¿cuánto tiempo me queda aquí, en el norte de México?
A rare exception in Saltillo’s ugly way of treating people.
Easy living, lower aims = true happiness or laziness’ mediocrity? I would surely conclude: it’s up to each one.
Strange thoughts mixed with fiction (and some crude reality), result in weirder nonsense.
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