SaoMoscao))))

Been to the center. Today Moscow resembles Sao Paolo, with streets drowned in the heating mist that have you look for an ocean disregarding the non-existence of any in the vicinity, Tom Yorke crying in your ear-phones, sweat having the cheek on every sign of freshness you MIGHT feel. People vegetating in the desguise of being businesslike, they are not in reality. Sao Paolo, if I drink anymore, I would drown.... You told me how to go to Rio and you did so charismatically. The city devouvered me, its jaws are still wide-opened.... Sao Moscao)))