CineArteMusica

A true love of mine.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long, if it rolls and flows all down her breast. Please see for me if her hair hangs long, that's the way I remember her best.
I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all. Many times I've often prayed in the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day.
So if you're travelin' in the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

HOLGA pt. II









Thought nº 1207835 by at

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

really love the one with your nephew (?).
btw,I resurrected my blog and will feature you on there too. which of your websites would you like to have linked?

x

7:20 PM
Raskolnikov said...

(Todo en inglés, grrrrr) Anyway, I love you

4:05 PM

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