Solitude is sometimes nice
She was walking calmly, quietly, listening to the crack of dry leaves under their patent leather shoes. He liked to stroll at dawn, when the dense fog hid the tops of the firs. She picked flowers and ...
- March 22, 2012 9:25 am
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Dance of masks
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People who hide under a thin mask of makeup to give your face a tougher tone, under that mask are sensitive, like the wing of a butterfly. Insecure, they don't know that real beauty is in be simple, n...
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Memories
Those summer evenings, where the fine sand caresses your skin and the sky turns warm colors. I love winter, but I miss collect shells in glass jars, algaes stick in my arm, walk along the seashore, li...
Hello!
For start let me introduce myself to you. I'm Maria and I'm actually a student of art from Spain. One day I looked my blog's statistics and I saw that I have visits from here! I don't know why, but I ...
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