Always from above
In one way or another, we all work for a vice.

 

Street poetry
His soul writes what he sees happen before his eyes

I have walked so many times but no day is the same

 

 

Personal shelter
His armor against the sun and the camera.

 

Different dimensions.
And which one are you in?

 

Every night a new story, hundreds of lives that intersect.

 

His light
His immense kingdom, his warm corner.

Buy this
Our own mirror

 

In this city,
what makes me love it so much?

 

Selling between flags.

He guarantees his product