There goes another one,
Through this same old road,
That leads to who knows where...
And barefoot she goes,
Naked in her soul,
Flowers in her hair.
I only hope she gets
Where she wants to get
A smile may she wear...
We're waving her goodbye,
It's difficult not to cry,
Involved by her flair.
Nossa, que intenso e lindo!
ResponderExcluirSenti-me como se fosse a personagem, como se a caminhada fosse a minha, lindo demais Ana, parabéns!
Meu carinho
Que lindo!
ResponderExcluirAdorei conhecer o seu blog.
janicce.
Intenso!
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