And a bed of rice was weaved,
suddenly there was no need to sleep.
sábado, 12 de abril de 2008
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Let's define that word, the idea that forces us to want more, which says that when walking there is something in there, discovered. That word that forces us to listen the echoes of the never written things, the same that delights the present and questions us. Let's define, if possible...
