Nobody asks me if I have a best friend. But I have a best friend. This friend is not best. But he is not worst. This friend is. This my friend doesn´t have sex. He doesn´t have name.
We usually fight. I want fruits for lunch and he wants meet. So. Contradiction it´s our word. He is often be near because works with me and likes sleeping at my home.
My friend loves acting and has a hundred enemys and a thousand friends. He can do great thinks and be a unsufurable person after. His fingers is so sweets and colds sometimes. He usually come away with me and he hold my hands for his hair. I feel his voice like a green wind fresh.
I like his because he is polemic. He is my question everyday. And everyday he puts the breakfast in my mouth and he says: Bye, you are lonely. Wake up.
minha cidade é um terreno abandonado minha cidade arranha céu em construção um carro atropela o sinal vermelho e atravessa o ciclista na contramão.
