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