She was in the midst of her ideas, where only strange, coy and passionate thoughts dwelt. She dressed in an imaginary silk and with delicate weaves, she dominated them with delight; sometimes take longer to return there.
Bicho da Seda
She was in the midst of her ideas, where only strange, coy and passionate thoughts dwelt. She dressed in an imaginary silk and with delicate weaves, she dominated them with delight; sometimes take longer to return there.
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I enjoyed reading it
El embrujo de la fantasía nos lleva a lugares excitantes que no provoca regresar.
Fascinante tu escrito. Lo disfruté sentado en una nube en un cielo muy azul.
Manuel
Gracias!