we can be us, we can defeat them one by one for ever and ever. It isn´t hard in this great village that looks like a sleeping lion...far away...thousand feet deep in the forrest green. I always dream a same thing the river and all bridges came to me in the midle of the town at five o'clock in the afternoon.
H.C.
sábado, 28 de mayo de 2011
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