A Wednesday night; it was raining. But she didn’t care. She was standing on the corner. People passed by, rushed and hurried to find shelter. Rain was pouring, flooding the streets, but she didn’t care. Her eyes reflected a deep mourning; they were shining just like she wanted to shed some…
Esta es una una pagina sobre historias, sobre lo que me pasa, con quienes y porqué. Abrán publicaciones que desearan nunca haber leido, y la mayoría serán estupideces. Pero es una historia fija, limpia, clara y honesta.