encostado,
perdido e encontrado,,
numa calle llamada liberty street
en nueva york..
dar direto pra estatua da liberdade...
q coisa nao..
essa foto de certa forma me direcionou a liberdade..
a real one....
a mix of words,,
that started excited,,
and very fast was learned 2 hard lenguages
hoy
tudo estah mais claro,,
y nosotros tenemos nuestras propria lenguagens,,
si estoy enamorado,,pero pocos pueden entiender eso,,
pq no voy explain nada,, para anybody........
asi somos todo,, on the middle of nothing,,
nothing realy matters,,
solo mi flor del sur, kcho........
2 comments:
que bom vc por aqui.
seu blog ficou tão legal quanto o seu flog é!!
bjs
Freedom...just pure and simply freedom
One street,one picture, one day...
one thing carry each other...step by step ,every other minute... There is some of magic words in every whisper, magic reality on the word, in every corner, every side,in every little step ...in every big love...
And there is one partners of lovers floting above the clouds...giving love to the word, to any person that can captain it...
come what may...
two worlds, two languages, two souls and two hands...tomadas por siempre, pelo resto da vida
tam so much
(y mis palabras son sólo por y para ti)
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