I was asked today,
Carefully attached to the chest
a bouquet of flowers,
Drunk and bombarded.
Type of man: "Girl,
These narcissists are white.
Is it yellow? " And nothing would,
He narrated them to me.
In the midst of the white day, under
The first window opened
Floor of local department
Police and I thought.
The epicity of the situation.
Waiting for an answer, graceful.
He walked away.
on the horizon.