2019-216
De Mi caja de notas
« From far, from eve and morning and yon twelve-winded sky, the stuff of life to knit blew hither: here am I. Now, for a breath I tarry nor yet disperse apart... »
- Anniversaire de Guillaume
« From far, from eve and morning and yon twelve-winded sky, the stuff of life to knit blew hither: here am I. Now, for a breath I tarry nor yet disperse apart... »
- Anniversaire de Guillaume