maybee while the blue bird listens to the far away secrets of a poor land with no souls left, I'll hide with a lovely whoolen laughter
lunes, 16 de febrero de 2009
suddenly i felt i was growing in a kind of soft paralel world
Some people call them the small secrets nobody ever came to. I just feel them as the opening of a window in a clear soft morning, as the cool clearing breeze after the last goodnight fight.
aquestes molen, les altres també, però m'agradaria fer 3 fotos com aquestes
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