The lazy days
The Lazy days I love our lazy days, no place to go, no place to be. The barefoot days, the beach days. Where we walk the beach at 5 am, drink… Continue reading
The Lazy days I love our lazy days, no place to go, no place to be. The barefoot days, the beach days. Where we walk the beach at 5 am, drink… Continue reading
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Can you see yourself in tomorrow’s mirror? I want to see a million and one people standing behind me because they beieve because…
The cursed lullaby Once our love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Agnes and I was your willing Hemingway. Willing to pay the… Continue reading