Black Leather
It feels like night has arrived, the bar becomes full, the cigarette smoke creates a cloud floating over volume swelling. The drinks now are taking their effect, your body has relaxed, everybody is beautiful. Especially the leather jacket, so strong you look in skin of a cow. It still retains that recognizable order of leather, a passage of the animal that once was there or more likely the process in which to strip the hair from its skin. That’s a symbol of masculinity, our fighting pilots.
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