Reconciliation
Grant | May 5, 2016
I cry it is uninterrupted. The souvenirs of Lcia are intense and confused, never it will forget that conturbada and solitary night where its laugh was cut. In the disarranged bed, it is play, where it glimpses the closed window, it fixes, unbroken and air-tight. In high of the wall a clock it marks 02h30min […]