Bare foot girls.
Do we create our place in our world? I have always loved the bare foot girls, shoeless girls can feel the sand or the grassy open fields with their tender feet. They don’t… Continue reading
Do we create our place in our world? I have always loved the bare foot girls, shoeless girls can feel the sand or the grassy open fields with their tender feet. They don’t… Continue reading
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Cara fechada, e peito abertoMas eu não quero saber…Apenas as cicatrizes ficarão, é certo…E pouco mais há para entender… Domadora de mim e de minhas doresO…
Beatrice Marcella, my Winter storm… Dante’s Beatrice left him to swim in the misery of so close and so far away. She allowed him to travel to hell and back to find her.… Continue reading