Two Week Waut Pink Tinge Mucus

wind

Poses your eyes on the quadruple root

Of all things: the traffic lights of Zeus, Hera

A mother of life, and then Aidoneus,

Neste gives us the tears.

I am the wind that crushes the souls, I bear the crying of children dying of hunger.

I am the crystal, which assembles the desires of those who remained human.

I am the flame which no more heart or warm.

I am the living water that is terminated by Neanderthal man who believed in his eternity.

Five minutes of laughter for an adult, had an eternity to a child.