The sands descend, though none recall the start, And what tomorrow brings, or tears apart, Is but a whisper on the wind, a gleam Reflected briefly in the human heart.
HDe estado analizando la situación.esde ese momento, solo pasaron cosas positivas; muchas interacciones, gente muy bella, al fin descubrí mi estilo, mi amor por la literatura creció...
SShe watched ants crawl between blades of grass that must have seemed enormous beside them.She watched planes disappear into the clouds.
She watched birds.
he looked up at the sky and dreamed not of impossible things, but of places she hoped she might one day reach.