Mouse Poop Or Cockroach Poop

I listen to music of the instinct of life and my thoughts have another dimension, I fear has the stomach and I think of those I love, I liked it.
My mother is ill and is suffering an intimate never felt even the, total disbelief, that a little anesthesia. Soon I would see

Shantel. I would go dance to the groups that made me vibrate, I want life, I am complete, I want it right.
Despite the fear and pain.
I want to mix things up, I want to blow up the space of an evening I want my body exists, primitive and he cries.

I would still always be able to tighten my mother in my arms.