Karin, the queen of Gzira
night of indulgence, humid night, but especially by night. Demetrius once again walked the streets of loneliness and emptiness', trying to figure out that funny local lexicon.
The district looked wild and fascinating underworld that he had sent to memory with too many American films, and his heroes, singers of the night, the streets and alleys of Desolation, Jack, Tom and Bruce, who had so often found refuge in the streets of redemption.
He thought of his past, all the things that happened, but then suddenly he was seized with a desire for intimacy '. He crossed his eyes in the eyes of cats to be strange. Nobody knew his real name, but everyone called Karin, the queen of Gzira.
Demetrius, in his usual style clumsy I try 'any excuse to get his attention. He was in a state of panic, delusion of the senses and its prey moods more 'low.
The queen had understood everything at a glance, the squeeze 'in the eye and sense of understanding with a sensuous gesture invited him' to come forward. How many people also speak very good Italian Karin ...
It was not difficult to find common ground between the two, a few moments of communion on a dirty mattress damp, condensation of their body was the soundtrack to the typical Mediterranean night.
Just a little blues to sweet and gentle dreamers. Another day passed, a moment of paradise and then again, life in all its brutal glory it sucked in his visions. Celebrating mass in a supermarket or a praying God for a day of Cretin joy and understanding.
The district looked wild and fascinating underworld that he had sent to memory with too many American films, and his heroes, singers of the night, the streets and alleys of Desolation, Jack, Tom and Bruce, who had so often found refuge in the streets of redemption.
He thought of his past, all the things that happened, but then suddenly he was seized with a desire for intimacy '. He crossed his eyes in the eyes of cats to be strange. Nobody knew his real name, but everyone called Karin, the queen of Gzira.
Demetrius, in his usual style clumsy I try 'any excuse to get his attention. He was in a state of panic, delusion of the senses and its prey moods more 'low.
The queen had understood everything at a glance, the squeeze 'in the eye and sense of understanding with a sensuous gesture invited him' to come forward. How many people also speak very good Italian Karin ...
It was not difficult to find common ground between the two, a few moments of communion on a dirty mattress damp, condensation of their body was the soundtrack to the typical Mediterranean night.
Just a little blues to sweet and gentle dreamers. Another day passed, a moment of paradise and then again, life in all its brutal glory it sucked in his visions. Celebrating mass in a supermarket or a praying God for a day of Cretin joy and understanding.
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