Posts Tagged 'Policía’

That night we go almost all the legendary Gil Vicente to hear a local band some cheer after the 1908, cool bar from Maputo, until and late hours. Back at the hotel, on the avenue 24 July, a roadblock trying to cash. Want money because Txarli not carry the passport. Play hold me until he sees that no note and let me go. 100 meters later we stop other agents again ...

I would like to thank the weirdo guy not named Nilson. And it often, a setback leads to an infinitely better than what we had planned. And lying on a beach tan paradise was a good plan, but being adopted by a Filipino family was infinitely better. Thanks how is your name.

Gone are those two older women, dressed in tight black and piercing eyes that now with the sun's reflection seem deeply moist. Their eyes are deep, strange. Nothing, no people, no forgetting and silence. Mido's death is because only that, oblivion. No more time for him in life.

It's nine o'clock, I have not had coffee yet, and I just found out last night that I have stolen the rearview mirror and car headlights. It's nine in the morning and another guy threatens to fuck more plaque on your plate that formalizes robberies.