"Too far away from the city Some kids left on the road They said we have a communist in the family I had to wear a mask Too far away from the city We had to make this room Fathers were football players, formal works, policemen What the mothers did I didn't know Music tonight I just want your music tonight I saw her body organ She was laughing while pressing the keys She said my favourite book was dirty and "You shouldn't shout, you can read." Too far away from the city We never heard its... Lire la suite › — Cet article provient du blog Le Melting Pot De Soylent. Soylent est également auteur de Guacamole Épicée & Ses Blinis Au Maïs et Nettoyant Vitres, Miroirs & Autres Surfaces.