Blueprints Buggy Free Back.

And tell me, what price you will put today to the Celica? The day will cost an affair between child's play? money may be charged wasted all the laughter, smiles dusty from years of damage? rise today as the actions of your days in memory? You can afford to buy the pain of tired feet at every step? And in the black market you can find even 10 grams of time to allow you wrong? How many coins you used to have a moment of silence? You will get a knowing look cheap?


Facing a blank page, to return travel to a train back to an unknown truth to a search without subject to search, some invisible walls, a pased that never was, a city with no name, no memory, only streets where time passes more than a gentle breeze bathed in canals and colorful houses.

And finally, a short, but not math. because I go back to where the n's are not easily or accents, a trip that I needed for this return, of cities filled the streets of stories to tell. And not just back. But I go to the place where we can be a lump sum.

Because I missed.