Еmpty Сhairs ❤️Venice❤️

Do not breathe salt from the seagulls. Just shout, rapacious eyes, clouds unstoppable ... Broken sea - peach stone, forgotten in the pocket of some homeless. You cheer for sleep - a dying death, which will engrave the pupils at night. Death is life. Tastefully made, invited in the room - Unhappy guest. Fear of fear ... You get your sip, you sit down beside your child's empty chair. You dump the dust, undress the hugs, you go habitually for a whole pharmacy, but the shelves are gone, the waves are over. Not the empty was in the chair, but the wind. At Nemes Guest, everything is expensive, you have a peach stone on it ...