In the town of the lilacs. In the town of the LILACS, the wind whispers between algebras and aortas.It has chaque of short sleeves, and pants with pockets on the outside, are filled with harangues. Head sand coming from the desert, and clears the memory used beret checkered where plays Coquette. In the lilac city, there are reefs in the pavement and arsenic in the corners. The footprint that leaves the decompensation in nurseries is red and cats loose hairs, enmadejan as small balls of intense grey. The temperature is extreme, and grips which vile crab.

Hides the bota highlights the sandal, wrap is nested, and the casting of the coccyx is exposed bone to bone, slope and Cliff. Contact information is here: Asana. The nobleman and the villain, the courteous and disoriented, was autoinyectan screens of embarrassing fears and dislexias. The day progresses on the pavement, and there is fear pantry hecatombs that violate dreams… In the city of lilac, dominate them, the tremulous consciousness and of rude monstrosity, which hit every day evening the Red pitchers. They condemn epitaphs that has no rest, but lightning and hymns they broken afflicts and thirsty reflection, are like piranhas who open their mouths and added foams. In the lilac city, they end up with everything: chess and the concerned neighborhood, with cornices and road runner in the lilac city, keys osn of oak and Oaks stand his cuirass.