Pascal Cigar. Terrace in Rome (№ 34543)

The closer retirement is, the more difficult for us to separate ourselves from the environment. Our skin dubit wind, stretch the years, worn by fatigue and enjoyment, and the particles, along with the hair, tears, fingernails and saliva falling to the ground, just dry leaves or broken blade of grass, opening the soul more and more coming out of the decaying body. And her last takeoff is nothing like the final spray.