

Lend me a few minutes to show you with words what happened to me... The night is an imaginary country where the insignificant looks like a jewel wrapped in smoke, where more is more and everything is desired more. I fell in love with the night the night and its artificial flavor. And yes I realized I didn't know I became of the left... of the night. I can't tell you anything else (I can't tell you anything) The night sucks you in, drives you crazy and abandons you, gives you a dream made of paper. The night is an imaginary portal where the permits live that during the day they don't even happen. Where more is more and everything can be more. I fell in love with the night and its artificial flavor