I wore my orange dress, and there was a sunny shirt, and we
here the wind is abnormal... I went out, I stood, I smoked, I went up the stairs
my grandfather is 70... and here is the wind, my shirt above my head, underneath it strings
I hold a cigarette with one hand, with the other hand, crying.
I catch my shirt... grandfather looked at me and said: daughter,
Thank you, I haven’t seen that in 20 years... by the color of the face I’ve compared with the other person.
Dressed