Episodes Of Los Hombres De Paco

A fantasy

He slips a hand between the buttons of my coat, shaking with self-importance. Touching the skin of my chest tight, slide down toward the heart. My skin is cold and sweaty at the same time. Now supports me, accompanying me in the open air, I'm dizzy, blurry vision. He speaks words of comfort, I carried away (to where?) Without resistance. The sunlight dazzles me, sway, then the senses are snebbiano, I take a breath and watch it, watch it for the first time, and smile.