Europe,Europe 3.

But excusme: nothing as the crayfish...the crayfish that for never we could lost everytime we spend holidays .And then the crayfish that its beauty,and white and red.. - But excusme? - right gentleman... - with vine ?. - Oh,jo,jo,jo,jo...So yes,sure with whitte vine.. 02. And in other way the especially moments when we read minutelly the Rimbaud poems. The poems that traslate us the colours ...and the Sunday mornings. Not,not ease a world when in front does tremendous armys. In other way so sat the people the people under the terrible communisn boat. The days darling when we read Waunghan in the terrace near the beach...the days when we speak about Venezuela....