the song that's singing in mind now
It was a round word, a rough sum. Waves were revealed watching all little brothers. Fingers brushes their hairs. Household's wastes. By the stairs of Laura the paint was falling into the empty cabinet. Bringing barbs, calling the phone, killing cockroaches. The anger grew, claiming revenge. By Laura's steps at the dance room... Outside the children were playing and Laura at the waiting room also educates the air...
