They make their chices but love stays, like a lighthouse along their path. Some memories pop up without any effort. They aren´t even recognized after time shows them its strange mirror.
Things that didn´t fit so far...begin to have a sense. Ancient codes speak the dialect that hearts masters...very well.
... Leer más
Some voices of this maze are really uncanny. They have been with me all throughout this wild, foul play, foul game on the shadowy court of a labyrinth.
I didn´t listen to you indays. The clouds foreshadow an impending snowfall.
As I walk, some hopes come in return: wintertime and ... Leer más
We had good, memorable times, along the road.I remember that airport.The idea of a little surprise was prowling around my head those days. I took a glimpse through the window. The city was covered with a bluish cape of light.Distant pine trees, showed their tips among the ... Leer más