The Gospel

Damn world, take me to my si you want me to be rotten anyway but don't screw up Alberto, Alberto leave him alone jumping around his house dressed as a cat, let me draw drawings, plant trees, dance, don't give him scares, don't give him a gang that puts cruel challenges on him, that it escapes, that it does not grow as big as a cada to see inside a large body with which it is impossible to communicate again.