Our momentary madness. That where you are in pajamas and a half hour you're on the subway because the notes are make you eternal.
and ends at the site less expected and less appropriate place for winter. Making it crazy. With the headphones you share the morning on the subway. With which you sing in the escalators. And that you are planning an assault on the world when they run out of wonderful reviews that began on Monday.
Come M. we will adopt it. Or at least die trying.
Madrid wants you almost like me:)
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