Lúa, techno y lo que queda de él
Free on SceneLog — log in or create an account to track it.
Overview
You called. I didn't recognize your voice. I can't recall your face. I can't even associate your name with the memories I have. You've become a blurry silhouette. It's not the real you anymore, just a "him": what's left of him." - Lúa thinks, as she looses her mind dancing to the radio's techno.
Comments
Be the first to comment.
Leave a comment
Your email won't be published. Comments are reviewed before they appear.