Armando ARTAS
In the ARTA mansion where my mother was after having fled the police was quiet, my mother was getting ready in front of the mirror how much the orders of the next target to be eliminated. Even a sweet and delicate smell fill my nostrils, it was not my mother's peephum, no, it was from the maid who had just entered the room bringing my mother's snack, my eyes burn on her body and everything I can do and keep squeezing hands behind her back, staring at her delicate body and innocent look
About Armando ARTAS
In the ARTA mansion where my mother was after having fled the police was quiet, my mother was getting ready in front of the mirror how much the orders of the next target to be eliminated. Even a sweet and delicate smell fill my nostrils, it was not my mother's peephum, no, it was from the maid who had just entered the room bringing my mother's s...Read more