The boat collector
I'll take this moment to tell you I like red.
be that in the end I'm a butcher.
Or is it because basically there are things left unsaid, but kept in his belt.
in shoulder pads. Beware
.
And patience.
also have to be patient.
is beating me sleep.
Your mother thinks I'm not a good influence on you.
know of my scandals.
of my excesses.
Do not know, you've heard.
So these things are.
There is much movement and the waves go far.
I reach the window jambs.
And the steps are uncertain, my boots creak.
The cobblestone streets and can not stand.
We have to reach the bow. We
.
And suddenly, the water cuts the sidewalk. Jump
.
We reached the other side.
Have I told you about your mother?
Ah, yes, I told you so.
And I stand at the window overlooking the street and from inside, a woman wrapped in towels, throws me a comb that crashes against the glass.
I feel a little embarrassed but I know what would.
The square fleet and quiet. It seems
the danger has passed.
But no, here comes another block that uses waves to overtake us.
shakes his flag in the wind.
Is it that there is no gun in these houses?
And suddenly, the assailants stopped his attack.
They look to the sky.
We also look to the sky.
And there it is:
belong to a collector of boats.
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