Cement erases people, the city is a place to flee from. Where the wind does not blow everything becomes leaden, it dies. A woman, lying in the shade of lime trees, takes refuge far away, in the places of her childhood.
Cement erases people, the city is a place to flee from. Where the wind does not blow everything becomes leaden, it dies. A woman, lying in the shade of lime trees, takes refuge far away, in the places of her childhood.
