I have many views on the cities, as many of his many names, but I think that resemble a sad origin. Do not need more adjectives, let's leave the sadness of their origin.
Call it like to be called, is in his face an agony, mid-afternoon despair because the lights, and so hide under a neon sign and lick the filth. There is in his fierce face the same desperation to turn on and turn the evening into a night feat and so lost after day ad infinitum.
Messi has the same impression, in the end we all agreed on one naked city, no wonder that everyone thinks like me. So intuit on different dimensions and paranormal things happen in the home of Lula, we are condemned to death by useless city. Perhaps the only difference is the dose of entertainment, I like knowing I prefer Messi I'll die with the latest video game.
All these thoughts have been stagnant for a few weeks and my obsession with continually sought to compare Messi to even try to know his mouth that I am not the abnormal, maladjusted that my mother used to reproach myself. He also lives in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bbuys the same drink invigorating and safe dreams of winning the Champions League. But this is not sufficient reason to release these thoughts attack me and not let me enjoy the show. It's sort of like the misery and I'm not miserable.
I do not want to reach a false conclusion perhaps it is rushed. I do not think we are a succession of holograms in this naked city, a city that makes us invisible and we accommodate at any place in front of more and more holograms are usually playing our desires. I do not think I'm Messi hologram and I'm doing drunk filigree around a city useless.
