Publicado por Etelvina Diversion , sábado, 18 de junio de 2011 16:50

That broken glass was nothing else than a little amount of sand in a children's hand a few days back. And while the sand was just sand and the boy was just some silly boy, at that exact time he was being mesmerized by that powder of pure gold, saying a little prayer, a window was still to be broken and the smile hadn't faded away yet.

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Serpiente de arrabal Says:

I don´t know a lot of english, but I like your text. It´s very expressive; the images are a dream, really.

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