Well, this is a tale about the brutal but real society. Sorry for my english!

The eyes of the ocelot. Supported by the mountains, the moon shines high, stately. Of its cuirass drain silver drops that fall silent on the waters moistening, are sunk in the lagoon turning into small celestial fish. The stars, as teenagers, envisage tireless their beauty in the aquatic mirror of the lake. The darkness, displayed… Continue reading Well, this is a tale about the brutal but real society. Sorry for my english!