where hands meet.
es ist ganz kalt.
Botonsito bello; como una flor a su perfume — atado a un recuerdo impreciso.
P. Neruda
Till’ all my sleeves are stained red, from all the truth that I’ve said
lady I swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter
sometimes life makes love look hard.
The sunday mornings you wish would never end… the simplicity of life in moments.
Surprise #flowers! Beautiful #bouquet
