poepel

With a cigarette in my hand, the smoke turns black even more. From the window of my car, i could see all that grey faces pass All the characters of the night, showing their furs to the desperates I really feel an intense pain that becomes stronger, with every glass of cognac; anyway, she looks around and knows that i was seeing her. She gets closer and caress my cheek. She whispers at my ears: ''i don't charge expensive, the hour''. My eyes get lost in the mass. -How much? -fifty -Okay But... Would you accompany me up to the hotel, first? -fine I felt, her thin arm embraced with my arm; like if that would depends her life.Her gre