My Operaessence of love
Tuesday, December 23, 2008 7:30:52 PM
I do not know why
Each year start
Drowned in the snow
In the fierce winter
Crushed like a leaf
As a sun bed
As a souvenir
As the memory of a woman
In a sea of leaves ...
But perhaps the cold
Is the essence of love
Each year start
Drowned in the snow
In the fierce winter
Crushed like a leaf
As a sun bed
As a souvenir
As the memory of a woman
In a sea of leaves ...
But perhaps the cold
Is the essence of love
noramaj # Wednesday, December 31, 2008 5:23:43 PM
Happy New Year 2009 and good fun.
dospasosioanlila # Friday, January 2, 2009 6:05:57 PM