Cada estiu, quan hi vaig, m'agafa la por de si l'any vinent podré encara fer les mateixes fotos... perque cada any que passa treuen una miqueta del barri on anava a la platja d'adolescent i sortia a les nits de jove. Nits a la sorra de vivir sin dormir...
A l'Hug li agrada el tranvia que va a la platja...
Every summer, when I go there, I'm scared about if next year it will be possible to take the same pictures... because every year they destroy a little bit of the neibourhood where I went to the beach when I was a teenager, and went out at night when I was younger. Nights in the sand at vivir sin dormir...
Hug loves the train that goes to the beach...
Hug loves the train that goes to the beach...
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