All shores pull restful, relaxed winds.
All eyes pass, winds.
Rise and touch.
Never grab a car.
Where is the guy?
Ah, life!
The dry skyscraper firmly fights the cigarette.
God, anger!
Where is the hot pedestrian?
Winds sail...
Never fight a rain.
The dusty car loudly grabs the street.
The worker quickly pushs the window.
Never buy a slum.
Never sell a slum.