vascaino41
09/03/2019I'd really appreciate if he obey me, but it won't happen. Surely, someday, a message will be sent to me. I'll read that, of course, but I live in a coastal city, time here is different, time at beach is like a tide, go and back slowly. So I just deliver back an answer on my way: writting a letter, putting that inside a bottle, locking and throwing away the whole package at sea, waiting waves make their job.
"Suddenly the calm became the wind That extinguished the last flame in the eye And passion became foreboding And the still moment became drama." 09/03/2019