kenkantor: My boy lollipop.
kenkantor: El Cerrito, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain.
kenkantor: I was so sad that I had to leave.
kenkantor: Return of the economic miracle.
kenkantor: Infrastructural private parts.
kenkantor: There's no home where the heart isn't.
kenkantor: Les Fleurs du evil.
kenkantor: The value of uncommon knowledge.