one morning in full armor, and perhaps stay in his underwear, also starting. Naked
we are all foreigners. Getting up very early
shading your eyes, paint your lips, dress up as you want. Wrapped
we are still foreigners.
And then take a morning tea with the Moroccans, buy a kebab where the Pakistani, eight grams of hashish with Senegal.
No flags all have names, but just
foreign series. Vagas
stirred the world, whether it is in first class, with a low cost ticket African or a boat. Photo
the bottom of a lake moon, a circular volcano, a mothership or hugging a alienijena. Traveling where the Turks, where Chile and Mauritania, Palestinian and constantly traveling with your credit card, travel no matter what you're looking for the return you'll find in the attic of the house, traveling simply wander.
and you wonder,
and worry,
recognize how little is yours and therefore never will understand,
until you get tired,
you return to your backyard,
install and soon you have a garden and spend time ...
So yesterday I feel immensely as abroad.
naked ... I repeat all, we are even more foreign.
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