Lorenzo's angels
The streets were narrow, illuminated by lamps that made the shadow of the old buildings. Small cars passed hasty, their headlights cutting the night like razors. A distant radio touched a melancholy song, drown out by the sound of voices, laughs, glasses beating bars full of smoke.
About Lorenzo's angels
The streets were narrow, illuminated by lamps that made the shadow of the old buildings. Small cars passed hasty, their headlights cutting the night like razors. A distant radio touched a melancholy song, drown out by the sound of voices, laughs, glasses beating bars full of smoke.