luis-fe-45186 05/30/2024 When they embark soldiers They weave long embroideries A thousand quarantines And when they return, thirsty They want to tear away, violent Full, obscene caresses... But at the end of the night, in pieces, they almost always return to the arms of their little ones. 06/10/2024
But at the end of the night, in pieces, they almost always return to the arms of their little ones. 06/10/2024