I went out to smoke.
I heard one lonely cricket.
In the Winter
Even he will perish.
And I will be alone.
The Amazon is calling.
A Winter trip
shaping up.
The Amazon
I've visited-
In Peru and
In Brazil,
There are
1000 voices
All the time
With no seasons
And no Winter
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
I went out to smoke.
I heard one lonely cricket.
In the Winter
Even he will perish.
And I will be alone.
The Amazon is calling.
A Winter trip
shaping up.
The Amazon
I've visited-
In Peru and
In Brazil,
There are
1000 voices
All the time
With no seasons
And no Winter
