Kitchens have smells. Different and exotic smells. Each and everyone of them make us travel through a planet of wonders. Colours and words. Senses are awaken. They want something that was not there before. And the travel continues.
I see a tree and some peppers. An exotic and orange fire. His smoke is intoxicating. It´s west. And I´m alone. And saying goodbye.
And the family is in the childrens park
And all birds are gone from the face of the planet
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I see you got pizza for lunch again! what are you? a Ninja Turtle? leave those things for good man!
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