aurelio.asiain:
This poem by Phu Thuc Hoanh
aurelio.asiain:
At this point I change my mind
aurelio.asiain:
The taste was not that good
aurelio.asiain:
She stops laughing for a second
aurelio.asiain:
Waiting is a way of life
aurelio.asiain:
Some things are now happening already
aurelio.asiain:
It was all about to be