Among the thrill of novelty and lack of port. In streets that are not mine and that my eyes see for the first time I cover my ears with the music cd that I left my house to feel safer. Under a scanner constantly to review their faces trying to memorize names and roles. Clothes not ironed and beds to share for waking up tired. Smiling at a ray of sunshine that makes this film the space below by grattaevinci and comes to you.
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