No miremos hoy, descansemos hoy. by ♠ The future is unwritten.- on Flickr.
It was cold, winter morning. I observed through the window how she got out of the cab. I opened the door and for the first time I saw her gentle eyesight - eyes cold as they were a frozen ocean. Then I allowed her sleepy body to lay down on my bed. by laura makabresku on Flickr.