We raced bicycles every evening down the hill by the market. You always won, on a bicycle the colour of fire.
Hamza, I let you win sometimes.
El resto de esta carta está sellado.
Buscando en el cajón…
Buscando en el cajón…
Una carta sellada espera a Hamza.
We raced bicycles every evening down the hill by the market. You always won, on a bicycle the colour of fire.
Hamza, I let you win sometimes.
El resto de esta carta está sellado.