There is Talk

Silent face to face for a long time, once the bridge is raised again, there is a different mischief, lying on the table

Old magazine

Slippers under the pants, sari on the side

Both legs are covered

On the other hand, I used to play, I used to grow a beard one day

Ella khampa on the side, something under the blouse

Smooth nudity

The sound of footsteps outside, who goes near and far

Who comes back

The wind did not come, Raed went on a trip abroad. At the moment, they are two people, imitating nature, hanging in two chairs, one lighting a cigarette.

The other did not even wipe the smile from his lips.

Time becomes a beggar

But time knows, there is talk, there is talk.