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.

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Blood


Our blood today's runnin'
Thought nº 1207835 by at

1 comment:

Sebastián said...

qué buena foto.

me gustan los colores aunque ese rojo blood no parezca tan tan blood.

pero me gustan los colores.

5:51 PM

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