¿Quieres que te santifique?

when ultimately these crafty days are enrage in repeating themselves. The cloudy days melt their stupid autointimate cliches not to let themselves leave nor release the world that exists behind all this. Whispers of extravagance in the vast and dense atmosphere through so many repetitive lies and glances. Under the same sky i'm wanted to remember that everything never is sufficient. much less. a lot of common world, and lack of magic in their