There is a sea
thick and tender to hide the bodies. There is some mysterious substance that rises and down, they sink and slide your foam fingers in the belly, back. Nothing takes the bodies and move, nothing moves like a fish smiles when looking at the moon. Contain some less friendly and more powerful. Contained a pool of blood, a deep affinity for death, a scarlet animal struggles to escape from the bones and meat.
Killing for food is only delaying the escape of blood, body transmit to another ancient disease.
Killing for food is only delaying the escape of blood, body transmit to another ancient disease.
By: Gerson Ferson
Photo: César Manuel Jumpa
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