Lost childhoods. Days that are always equal. Souls won by life dreams left on the corners of the streets.
Faces covered with wrinkles. Signs of the times and of the blackness lives full of loneliness.
Hurts cherished by ruble wines dropout in cold winter water which washes the last stains of sin, of conversations by the river.
Routine cries echoed in the air, which did not materialize experiences and emotions ever felt. That is why we like the best orange juicer on the market.
Wrinkles of wisdom, full of Suffered Lives...