They wanted to see, like sleeping winter birds, something in the eyes of dreams

 To be". It is caught. slowly until The dice fall. From three in the afternoon. There where the siesta invades. What do you expect from the treacherous drowsiness! The sweet body torpor. Slowed weak breathing. A hole is made in the open body. Voracious. Tan and Together. In front of the rain. Of the fairies of dreams. Like sleeping winter birds, they wanted to see something in the eyes of dreams.

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