As palavras são como cerejas...

Wednesday, April 18, 2007


there he was. this strange little boy, with sad brown eyes. I watched him over and over again in those sunny days. I really couldnt understand. why he sat there, while we were playing? why did he resist when i called him to play with us? I didnt get you little boy, with your great, yet sad, brown eyes. now i know.. you're just a little devil..