Description: " The name of my styling - "Hot Summer in the City"
sun as I fled I was doing pictures, but since today I feel I got a holiday in August for graduate studies: D
dog days bring to mind a song the band Vespa - "Hot Summer in the City"
"Hot Summer in the city, we are on the eighth floor
in a concrete cage, air is thick
you cuddle up to me, a drop of sweat on his chest
salty taste of your skin, for weeks there is no rain
paving slabs embedded in the rays of the sun swallows the warmth
Concrete, we dream of a downpour
asphalt streets groan from the steps
In view of the winter in the pitch trace your feet "
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