English / USA 
Português / Brasil 
seuvizinho69
Even though we are infinitely distant, we are rivers that never dry up. Words cross the waters, always seeking your dock. In the silence, promises: we will never be left without an answer, Because each return is a bridge, never broken, ever. Distance is wind, but our voice never runs out, We cultivate smiles in the garden of waiting. To answer is to keep the door of love open, And the answer, the key to this link that will never end.
