The hours are overwhelmed in the summertime, the dreams are dragged sleepy. A drop of water it dries over petals. The sadness it's walking, along the dry powder, and one forgets the time. A kiss ... Read More
Woman! beautiful woman Why you paint the face with a masquerade? Why have you stopped being a natural woman? With so many accessories that deform your face, hiding your beautiful being. Perhaps, ... Read More
Walk slowly, they're holding hands the mature love, the sincere love. He, perhaps some eighty years, She, little more than seventy. The love germinates in their eyes, their intertwined hands prove ... Read More