birth to a rate of meanings. partly because the words have a sense of lived experience. I want a carousel horse that should be allowed to turn the fate of time in a center that changes shape. that becomes a carousel top, lights that still leaves the scent of childhood
childhood full of many smiles, when I only one was enough. the difference between a child and love is only numerical
viewer only with the eyes is a film that nobody ever will develop.
but these images speak and have the flavor of the wind and sometimes whispering, then screaming and I almost fear that someone might peek while I enjoy melancholy
birth to find a face fatuous and floating words that they should be written
childhood full of many smiles, when I only one was enough. the difference between a child and love is only numerical
viewer only with the eyes is a film that nobody ever will develop.
but these images speak and have the flavor of the wind and sometimes whispering, then screaming and I almost fear that someone might peek while I enjoy melancholy
birth to find a face fatuous and floating words that they should be written