Always Tell What You Feel. Do What

She Would Not Shed A Tear, She Would Not Waste The Rest Of Her Years Simmering In The Maggot Broth Of Memory.

More Than Mother And Son, They Were Accomplices In Solitude.

It Was Then That She Realized That The Yellow Butterflies Preceded The Appearances Of Mauricio Babilonia.

This Soup Tastes Like Windows

Nobody Teaches Life Anything.