I'm going to take revenge on the car carrier for a beautiful woman
I’m going in a minibus, sitting facing the cabin, looking at my faces. On the contrary, a grandmother sits with incredibly beautiful eyes. The face was old, and the eyes are young, as if they had been born yesterday and look at the world with curiosity. I conquer my usual record in my head: “But someone loved it, hotly, perhaps hopeless, and who knows, maybe today is crazy. For the sake of such eyes.