Dear steemit friends
In the middle of the night you defeat all the force that you fabricate throughout the day and fall down the throne of false power and fall with it when you reach the stage of the unconscious catch a short coma and leave you not ripple ideas from the ceiling of the room ,
which grows heavier and becomes more stupid
And more need to escape but you fail in that as if the stones of the roads all sleep in the pocket of your shirt .....!
