A woman at the turns of the streets and their intersections, and in traffic stop signs, you find her standing as a shadow of innocence, peace, little talk but with herself, making the eye pick her up, setting her a frame of memory, her red white face, a phenomenon that she was not too tired of acquiring, perhaps that is the intuitive race, the legacy of the father who forgot her on the street, fleeing the consequences of mental disability, and w…
A woman at the turns of the streets and their intersections, and in traffic stop signs, you find her standing as a shadow of innocence, peace, little talk but with herself, making the eye pick her up, setting her a frame of memory, her red white face, a phenomenon that she was not too tired of acquiring, perhaps that is the intuitive race, the legacy of the father who forgot her on the street, fleeing the consequences of mental disability, and w…