Sirul acela de litere mute ii rasuna in urechi ca o cascada de apa cristalina. Rostite, isi pierdeau magia; n`au fost niciodata punctul ei forte. Scrisul era linistea ei, cantecul de leagan care ii potolea spaimele.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Unless he can make me smile
I’m so happy because he’s happy...giving him the love that you learn me to give!
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