#Loco loca

[sofia-the-traveller]

Epic Showdown: India vs Australia Final Live at Loco Loca Bistro in Andheri

Introduction:

The stage is set, the excitement is palpable, and cricket enthusiasts in Andheri are gearing up for the pinnacle of the Cricket World Cup 2023 – the India vs Australia Final. Amidst the fervor, Loco Loca Bistro emerges as the epicenter for live-streaming this grand spectacle on its massive 200-inch screen. Join us as we delve into why Loco Loca Bistro in Andheri is the ultimate destination for cricket aficionados, offering an immersive experience that goes beyond traditional live screening.

Unveiling the 200-Inch Marvel:

At Loco Loca Bistro, cricket is not just a sport; it's a cinematic journey. The colossal 200-inch screen transforms the India vs Australia Final into a visual extravaganza, capturing every boundary, every wicket, and every cricketing nuance in stunning detail. The unparalleled screen size at Loco Loca Bistro ensures that patrons in Andheri are not just watching the match – they're experiencing it on a grand scale.

Loco Loca Bistro Andheri: A Community Celebration:

Beyond being a venue for live events, Loco Loca Bistro has become a community hub where cricket enthusiasts unite to celebrate their passion. The lively ambiance and the spirit of camaraderie make Loco Loca Bistro more than just a place to watch sports; it's a shared experience that transforms the India vs Australia Final into a collective celebration.

Live Events Extravaganza in Andheri:

Loco Loca Bistro is synonymous with live events in Andheri, extending its offerings beyond the Cricket World Cup. From sports to movies, the venue caters to diverse tastes, promising patrons a continuous calendar of entertainment. As the India vs Australia Final approaches, Loco Loca Bistro is ready to host an extravaganza that transcends the boundaries of conventional live screening.

Culinary Delights and Cricket Cheers:

Enhancing the cricket-watching experience at Loco Loca Bistro is a carefully curated menu that aligns with the excitement of the India vs Australia Final. From cricket-themed snacks to signature beverages, the culinary offerings at Loco Loca Bistro are designed to satisfy both the taste buds and the cricket cravings of patrons in Andheri.

Conclusion:

For an unparalleled cricket-watching experience during the India vs Australia Final, Loco Loca Bistro in Andheri is the definitive choice. The fusion of the massive 200-inch screen, vibrant ambiance, and diverse offerings makes Loco Loca Bistro the ultimate destination for cricket enthusiasts. Come, immerse yourself in the excitement, and witness the India vs Australia Final in style at Loco Loca Bistro – where every match is an event, and every fan is family!

[yutamayo]

"Everyone wants to know their future, until they know their future." - (Witch) Game of Thrones

[un-fantasma-en-las-nubes]

Siempre hay una loca para cada loco, pero loca, yo aún no te encuentro, eso me tiene loco, y créeme no me equivoco.

[daily-spanish-word]

crazy loco, loca

Remember: loony

If you’ve seen The League of Gentlemen: just remember ‘local’ (see video below)

Really crazy people, like insane people, are kept behind lock and key in special institutes.

You must be crazy to ride a bicycle that has no brakes! ¡Tienes que estar loco para andar en una bicicleta que no tiene frenos!

Pictures by Warner Brothers (in public domain)

[deliciouscandyart]

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[juantinarchive]

Reel de Juanjo en Instagram✨

[cannibalguy]

“Do not contaminate my meat!”: DELORES ROACH episode 6

Delores is still killing people, Luis is still chopping them up to fill his empanadas. It’s becoming an industry, but Delores still gets queasy, and not real happy about the killings, but she’s much more upset about the cannibalism. Odd that. If you haven’t read my blogs on the earlier episodes, here is a brief summary. In episode 1, Delores has just been released from prison after 16 years –…

[arte-inmortal]

Soy mi propio dios, yo decido si vivo o muero, llámalo suicidio, yo lo llamo un viaje sin retornó.

Loco por creer que soy el único cuerdo sobre la tierra, con ideas absurdas y complejas sobre un mundo más hermoso.

He tocado fondo buscando las respuestas de preguntas complejas..

Hijo¡¡! Đeja esa basura, afecta tu cabeza..

Vean el mundo como quieran, malo, bueno, despiadado o perfecto, henos aquí leyendo pensamientos de locos y poetas.

No soy perfecto, ni mucho menos una figura cuerda..

Vine al mundo como todo humano cualquiera, sin propósito alguno, no importa que digan los profetas, somos algo complejo sin respuesta aún no resuelta..

Me llamo morpho Nepturio, provengo de la realidad, creada por mi mente hace tiempo atrás.

Creamos mundos para escapar...

Somos el creador, según la inteligencia artificial.

Escritor Loco, según mi mamá, no piensas como los demás, prefieres buscar lo que el tiempo oculto ya años atrás..

Igual moriremos, sabemos esa única verdad...

Sabiendo esto ponte a pensar, si al mundo podrías cambiar, tienes el poder de hacerlo para bien o mal, no cambies tu forma de pensar solo para complacer a los demás.

Loco en la antigüedad quien desafiaba al sistema, peligroso quien lo desafía en la actualidad.

●

Zaik Morphodelic.

[slushycoookie]

Take A Bite

“Oh my god, what happened to your neck?”

One of your friends pointed at your exposed neck, two small holes in full display. Embarrassment started to set in. Because you thought you had covered it up enough before you went out.

You try to play it cool, “Nothing. A spider bit me.”

“That's a big ass spider.” Another one of your friends zoomed up close, “How did it get that close to you and you didn't know about it?”

“No idea.” You take a few sips of your drink, wishing you had ordered a stronger one to ease your anxiety. “I'm fine. He was harmless.”

“He?” Your friend raised an eyebrow, “You said that like it was a guy who did that to you.”

You try not to choke from your drink. It was definitely a guy. A superhero who's super busy all the time but still makes time for you, a regular person. “No. What guy has fangs? That's real?”

“Oh…you have a point.”

Your friends can't know that deep down inside, you were a freak.

Ever since you started dating Miguel, you were fascinated by those fangs of his. Not in a creepy way. You just liked to look at them. Those teeth in their sharp, fangy glory. He doesn't like pulling them out much. And it doesn't happen unless he gets emotional or he absolutely has to for work.

You wanted him to take a bite. Sink his fangs into you while he cradles your neck, unleashing his paralytic venom in you.

No wonder he looked at you like you were crazy when you first asked.

“You can't handle that.” He said. “I could kill you.”

So dramatic.

Your argument wasn't the best. All you said was you wanted to know what it felt like. Would it hurt? How long would your body take for it to be still? Would you like it? He still didn’t want to do it.

Yet, you saw the gears turning in his mind.

He was considering it. Your relationship wasn’t new at this point. You two were comfortable with each other. And you just admitted an odd kink to him. If he didn’t run away after this, you two were set for life.

Miguel did a complete 180 at the end of that day, willing to sink his teeth into you. You had to hold in your excitement or else you’d look like a loser.

But your breath hitched when he placed you in his lap. Casually sitting on the couch back at your apartment. You made sure that your neck was extra clean for him, although now you were worried if you tasted like soap.

“This is going to hurt.” He whispered, his tone was calming.

“I know.”

You squeezed your thighs together when his fangs rushed out. Goosebumps decorating your skin at the sight. His hold on you was gentle when he sunk his teeth in you.

“Ow!” Your body jolted at the action, searing pain riddling your neck. You grip his shoulders for stability and wonder if you made a terrible mistake. That lasted for a few seconds when the pain subsided. The sharp prick turned into a warm burn. His venom coating your veins. Like a drop of dye into a glass of water. The venom took over your bloodstream. You noticed it was getting really difficult to move your limbs. Or your head. Even your eyes?

They quickly darted to Miguel when he pulled away, wiping your neck and placing a bandage on it. Okay, at least you can move those. You didn’t miss his look of concern when he holds you.

“I gave you enough venom so you're only paralyzed for a few hours.” All you could do was blink. Hey, at least you can do that too. Miguel's harsh laugh made you worry if he was upset with you. “Estoy enamorado de una loca (I fell in love with a crazy person).”

You had no idea what he said but you understood loco. You're pretty sure he called you crazy. He was going to break up with you now. You're too weird for him- a man who saves people dressed in a spider suit.

He stayed with you though. Bringing you to the bed and cuddling with you. The venom only lasted for a few hours but when you finally moved your limbs, they felt heavy. You had to pour in all of your strength to raise an arm but you liked it.

That was the worst part.

You liked how it felt. His teeth against your flesh. Subdued by him for a few hours. It was hot.

Even now, your cheeks burned at the thought of being bitten by him again. Your mind buzzed with the alcohol in your system. You could ask without caring about his judgmental look. And so you did once you got back home.

“No.” He said but this was the start of your foreplay.

“Are you saying no because I’m a little buzzed or are you saying no just because?”

“I’m saying no just because.” He’s by your side, pushing you to the bedroom to get changed. “Did you have fun?”

“I did. Back to my request.”

Miguel’s eyes are on you as you pull off the top from your outing and slipping off your shoes at the same time. You thought you did it with grace but to him it probably appeared awkward as hell.

“Just a nip. You don’t have to put your fangs all the way in.” He catches you when you almost fall, gripping his bicep for stability.

“Do you hear yourself right now?”

“Yes. Do you?” You sit down on the comforter and he helps you pull off your pants, tossing them aside. Miguel doesn’t say anything for a while when he hands you your pajamas then stops, helping you put them on. You steal a kiss and he chuckles, despite wanting to seem serious earlier.

“You really want me to take a bite?”

You bat your eyelashes, “Por favor, mi amor.”

He rolls his eyes and tells you to lie down. You do so, pushing down your excitement. Miguel hovers above you and you wonder about the new position. Usually he cradles you in his lap when he bites you. This time he’s over you, observing your frame in your pjs. Red eyes dragging amongst your body. The way he stares at you makes you bite your lip.

Your breaths get heavier as he leans down and kisses your lips. A gentle peck with the taste of your drink still on your lips. He places another kiss on your cheek, right under your eyes. Then one on your jaw. One on your chin. Another on your throat.

His mouth opens, fangs unleashed against your neck. Right above your pulse. You place a tight grip on his forearm to brace for impact. A silent cry escapes you once he punctures your skin. Not of pain but pleasure. You pull him closer to have more of his body weight on you, trapping you under him. The venom coursing your veins makes your eyes roll back. Air struggles to escape your lungs and you wanted more.

The attempt to pull him even closer was futile. Miguel’s fangs don't linger in you for too long, not wanting to overdose you. You’re dazed when he pulls away, quickly grabbing some bandages and a damp cloth. As always he wipes the blood from your neck with care before placing the bandage on you.

Miguel holds you close when you two relax in bed and you want to tell him you love him. You hope the kind gaze in your eyes was more than enough.

“I love you too.”

A/N: Let's all pretend this is under 1000 words.

[thegodemperorsmycopilot]

Loca "Sunspot" Lero.

Lost her jaw to a plasma overheat, but still killed a bunch of rival gangers nearly pointblank and she miraculously survived. Also the source of her nickname.

Alternative nicknames: Sunshine, Meltdown, Burn

First member of the gang done. Still need to figure out a name.

[sofia-the-traveller]

Culinary Delights: Savoring Winter Specialties on Mumbai’s Streets

Introduction:

Mumbai, the city of dreams, is also a haven for food lovers. As winter descends upon the bustling streets, the culinary scene undergoes a delightful transformation. From sizzling street snacks to comforting winter specialities, Mumbai’s streets become a gastronomic adventure for those willing to explore. Join us as we embark on a journey through the savoury and heartwarming winter delights that adorn the vibrant street food scene in the city.

Piping Hot Pav Bhaji:

Winter evenings in Mumbai are incomplete without indulging in a steaming plate of Pav Bhaji. The iconic blend of mashed vegetables cooked to perfection and served with butter-soaked pav (bread rolls) is a street food lover’s delight. As the temperatures drop, the warmth of this comforting dish becomes a culinary hug for Mumbaikars.

Mumbai’s Chaat Extravaganza:

While chaat is a year-round affair in Mumbai, winter brings a unique twist to this beloved street food. From the tangy Pani Puri to the spicy Ragda Pattice, every chaat item gets an extra dash of flavour during the colder months. The crispiness of sev and the freshness of chopped coriander add a delightful crunch to the winter chaat experience.

Garam Chai and Kanda Bhaji:

As the temperatures dip, Mumbaikars turn to the humble yet soul-warming combination of Garam Chai (hot tea) and Kanda Bhaji (onion fritters). Street vendors set up their stalls, offering a refuge from the winter chill with a steaming cup of chai accompanied by crispy, golden-brown onion bhajis.

Sizzling Kebabs and Tandoori Delights:

Winter evenings call for sizzling kebabs and tandoori specialities that grace the streets of Mumbai. From succulent seekh kebabs to charred tandoori rotis, the aroma wafting through the air is enough to beckon food enthusiasts to roadside stalls, creating a culinary symphony of flavours.

Seasonal Delicacies: Undhiyu and Jalebi:

Embrace the winter bounty with regional specialities like Undhiyu, a Gujarati mixed vegetable dish cooked to perfection. Pair it with the sweetness of hot and crispy Jalebis, and you have a perfect blend of savoury and sweet that defines Mumbai’s winter culinary landscape.

Conclusion:

As winter blankets the city, Mumbai’s streets come alive with a symphony of sizzling sounds and tantalizing aromas. From Pav Bhaji to winter chaats, Garam Chai with Kanda Bhaji, sizzling kebabs, and seasonal delicacies, every bite is an experience that encapsulates the spirit of this vibrant metropolis. So, bundle up, take to the streets, and let the culinary delights of Mumbai’s winter specialities warm your taste buds and heart alike. Whether you’re a local or a visitor, the streets of Mumbai in winter promise a culinary journey that’s nothing short of extraordinary.

After a day of savouring the city’s delectable winter treats, retreat to the comfort and luxury of The Empresa Hotel, acknowledged as the best hotel in Mumbai. Situated in the heart of the bustling city, The Empresa Hotel offers a sanctuary of elegance and hospitality. Unwind in plush accommodations, relish gourmet cuisine, and let The Empresa Hotel complement your culinary adventure with unparalleled comfort. Your winter sojourn in Mumbai deserves not only the vibrant flavours of street food but also the refined luxury of the best hotel in the city.

[latin5mamii]

Superstition - Carlos Alcaraz

|WARNINGS: smut, +18 |SUMMARY: You and your boyfriend's superstitions... |AUTHOR'S NOTE: I missed writing for carlitos😭 but i'm back now😉😉

Paris at night was stunning, and tonight felt especially magical. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance, and the soft hum of the city outside made the hotel room feel extra cozy. Carlos and you were snuggled up together, but he seemed a bit distracted. His fingers were tracing patterns on your arm, and you noticed he was lost in thought.

"What's on your mind, Carlos?"

He looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “Do you remember the night before I won Wimbledon?”

You remembered that night all too well. A smile spread across your face as the memory came back.

“What about it?” you asked, laughing softly, feeling playful.

He gazed at you, the city lights reflecting in his eyes. “That night brought me so much luck, cariño,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

You cuddled closer, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours. “And you think tonight could be the same?”

Carlos's touch was both soothing and electric. “I don’t just think so. I’m certain,” he said softly, his eyes filled with desire. “I need this.”

You could sense a mix of nervous excitement and need in his voice. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be too tired for the match tomorrow.”

Carlos chuckled, shaking his head. “How could I ever be too tired for you?”

He leaned in and kissed you, and what started as a gentle touch quickly became more passionate. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You responded eagerly, tangling your fingers in his hair.

As the intensity grew, Carlos’s hand slipped under your shirt, sending shivers down your spine. You pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, making sure he was really sure about this. “Are you sure this is what you want? You have a big day tomorrow.”

Carlos smiled, his gaze full of desire. “I want you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I need you.”

His words made you shiver with anticipation. You pulled him back, kissing him passionately. Carlos’s hands were everywhere, exploring and teasing, driving you both higher with each touch.

Soon, your clothes were tossed aside, the cool air contrasting sharply with the heat between you. Carlos’s lips traveled down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and hunger.

“Good,” you whispered back, running your hands over his chest. “Because I want you to remember this tomorrow. I want you to think about me.”

Carlos’s eyes darkened with desire. “Trust me,” he said, his voice rough, “I won’t be able to think of anything else.”

He kissed you again, this time with even more intensity, as his hands roamed your body, caressing and exploring. You arched into his touch, your moans growing softer.

Carlos’s lips and tongue worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure through you. “Te vuelves loca,” he whispered in Spanish, his voice filled with wonder. “Me vuelves loco.”

His hands rested on your thighs, holding you open as his tongue continued its teasing dance. “Eres todo lo que deseo,” he murmured, his voice a mix of reverence and desire. “Quiero sentirte así toda la noche.”

The sensation of his tongue exploring you made you gasp, your body trembling. The room was filled with your soft moans and his spanish sentences that could me you go wild. “Dime lo que quieres,” he said, his voice husky. “Quiero escuchar tus gemidos.”

You could barely speak, the pleasure overwhelming you. “Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice thick with need. “Please, Carlos.”

He responded with renewed fervor, his movements pushing you closer to the edge. The combination of his touch and whispered dirty talk made everything more intense.

“Eres mi todo,” he murmured against your most sensitive spot. “No puedo tener suficiente de ti.”

As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, you clung to him, your body arching and trembling. Carlos’s movements never faltered, his focus entirely on making you feel amazing.

He moved up to kiss you again, his lips capturing yours with fierce passion. As his kisses deepened, he guided you to the edge. Carlos positioned himself between your legs, his hands tracing a path along your inner thighs.

“¿Estás lista?” he asked, his voice low and filled with anticipation.

You nodded, your body already responding. Carlos entered you slowly, the sensation of him filling you completely made you both moan softly. His movements were steady, each thrust deliberate and passionate.

Carlos’s eyes locked onto yours, and he whispered in Spanish, “Eres todo para mí.”

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling every inch of him. The connection between you was electric, each movement heightening the pleasure. Carlos gripped your hips firmly, guiding you both through the rhythm of your desire.

The room filled with your shared pleasure: moans, gasps, and whispered endearments. Carlos’s breath was hot against your ear as he pushed you both toward the edge. “Quiero sentirte más cerca,” he murmured, his voice urgent. “No te sueltes.”

You clung to him, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. The rhythm between you grew faster, more urgent, both of you pushing toward the peak. Carlos’s movements were driven by a mix of need and love, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

“Please, baby, please,” you begged, your voice filled with need.

Carlos’s release came in a powerful wave, and you felt him empty himself inside you.

Carlos pulled you close, his breath mingling with yours.

“This is surely going to bring me luck tomorrow,”

[fairlyang]

Si No Es Contigo 🕷️

imagínese andar con algún amigo del chavo que realmente quieres

w/c: 999

pairing: miguel o’hara x latina!reader

tags: 18+ smut. nomas lo quieres a él, y estás segura que el se siente igual, convenciéndolo, grinding, teasing, exhibitionism, blowjob, fingering, quickie

a/n: for any of the bilingual mig lovers🫶🏼 based off the song but mostly the kali uchis remix bc DAMN it’s good

kinktober masterlist | main masterlist

miguel ya anda con otra pero no te lo crees para nada. para empezar, todavía te compra cosas de escondidas de su supuesto amigo como joyería, ropa, y ni se lo tienes que pedir.

el se pone como el loco y defensivo que no y que ya acabó contigo de verdad pero los dos saben que no quieren a nadie más.

entonces cuando sus dos grupos están en un club y su chava se fue para otro lado y su amigo fue a ayudar a traer unos tragos, claro que lo agarraste de la mano para bailar.

“qué haces?!” exclamó en tu oído mientras guías sus manos arriba y abajo de tu cuerpo.

“no crees que ya es tiempo de ser honestos, amor?” le preguntas en voz baja y el gimió.

“nomas a ti se te ocurre hacer esto aquí.” te reclama y trata te soltarse de tu agarre.

“ay por favor Miguel, tu sabes que con ella no es lo mismo. todos lo sabemos pero te haces el necio.” le reclamas, voltiando tu cabeza para verlo bien.

his cheeks were red and he stopped struggling while you continued dancing on him, “estas loca.”

“que me vas a decir que no te gusta?” you murmur then give him a pout.

the song changed to a faster beat and you moved your hips to the rhythm making sure to grind right against him, just how he liked. he groaned again and you let go of his hands to see if he’d let go.

he didn’t.

instead his hands went up and down, purposely avoiding the places you wanted him to touch.

“bien que sabes que no quiero a nadie más eh?” he mocks in your ear and you nod as his hands went down your stomach.

“los dos lo sabemos muy bien.” you reply as his hands went back up and stayed right below your bra.

“dímelo tú primero.” he mutters and you lean your head back against his chest.

no se tomo nada para convencerte porque ya sabías lo que quieras.

a diferencia de el, no te costó nada admitirlo. fue súper fácil porque solo estabas usando a su amigo como procurador hasta que miguel se ponga las pilas.

desafortunadamente, estabas cansada de esperar.

“si no es contigo, no quiero a nadie más.” you murmur and slow down on your grinding.

his hands went down and gripped your hips, pressing himself harder against you making you moan, “no quiero a nadie más…” he purrs into your ear as you could now feel his hard on against your ass.

“no se para que te haces al rogar.” you groan and he just chuckles.

suddenly he grabs your hand, leading you out of the crowd and avoiding your friends while he made his way to the bathrooms.

he opened the door for you both and you both walk in to the crappy men’s bathroom that already had people making out in stalls, by the sinks, and some smoking by the window. he held onto your hand tightly as he lead you into one of the stalls and closed it behind you before slamming you against it and smashes his lips against yours.

your hands are immediately roaming his body when you felt him put his knee between your thighs. you gasp into the kiss prompting him to stick his tongue into your mouth while his hands started to grope your tits and ass.

he pulled away and went down to kiss your neck while he gave your ass hard smacks. your hands were entangled in his curls, pulling on them as he made sure to leave his marks on you.

to really solidify that you were his.

he pulled away only for you to quickly push him off just so you could get on your knees. you undid his belt, the button then the zipper before pulling his pants down to his thighs, “mmm todo para mi, bebé?” you ask, looking at him through your lashes.

“nomas para ti mamita, tu ya lo sabes. nada me puede separar de ti.” he murmurs while bringing a hand to your head.

his words sent shivers down your entire body and those butterflies were also going crazy, like always.

“rápido okay?” he says making your smirk, “claro.”

your hands slide his boxers down and you quickly spit on it then immediately take him into your mouth, you took as much as you could before pulling back then going back down, taking him all while he moaned above you.

the bathroom was already filled with the sounds of moans from other people and you knew no one was going to specifically pay attention to his.

you did that for a solid minute before he pulled you up to your feet and you looked at him confused until he lifted one of your legs up and started rubbing your clit through your panties, “tan bonita.”

you fight back a moan as he stood behind you, holding you steady as he went faster. after a few more seconds he got impatient and moved your panties to the side.

without any warning, he slid two fingers into you and instantly set a fast pace because you were already drenched. “sabía que nomás me quisiste dar celos.” he mumbles making you roll your eyes.

“tu empezaste…” you mutter and accidentally moan when he goes harder.

“mhm, lo que tú digas angelita.” he teases then pulls his fingers out making you whine.

that quickly changed when he slid inside you and you had no time to adjust as he started pounding into you. his right hand was holding your right leg up while his left was around your waist, holding onto you tightly.

his thrusts were hard and deep, keeping to his word that it’ll be quick. he stretched you out to perfection, like always.

el siempre te cuidaba en todas las maneras que importaban. nunca te deja insatisfecha, ni ahorita por algún milagro que se vino adentro de ti.

[daily-spanish-word]

crazy loco, loca

Remember: loony

If you’ve seen The League of Gentlemen: just remember ‘local’ (see video below)

Really crazy people, like insane people, are kept behind lock and key in special institutes.

You must be crazy to ride a bicycle that has no brakes! ¡Tienes que estar loco para andar en una bicicleta que no tiene frenos!

Pictures by Warner Brothers (in public domain)

[caostalgia]

Te deseo tanto en todos los aspectos, pero el que más me vuelve loco por ti son tus pensamientos e ideas locas que compartimos.

Versame_

[fragmentosadolescentes]

Tan enamorada y tan intensa, con esos chinos locos que reflejan su belleza, no se si está loca o sonríe sin razón; en todo caso creo que está loca o simplemente está enferma de amor.

Efimera Lunar Intemporal