„Under the powerful light of industrial lamps I possess a fever and through gritted teeth I write. I write , overcome, drunk with all this beauty, A beauty entirely unknown to the ancients.“ Álvaro de Campos Once upon an August. Lisbon. I am here with you. Unfortunately, I don't have much that captured my heart this time. I am only happy we had a luxurious hotel and a good enough room. We had free time, and I tried not to repeat too much — going to different places compared to the past. It...

“I will get another round. You stay put.” Dikkins licked his beery fingers and swaggered off to the counter.

«Машину кинула. Бегу.»