Luciia PG: meet me in California,
Luciia PG: I still love you
Luciia PG: Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
Luciia PG: Estaré bien, solo que no hoy
Luciia PG: Sorry I can not hear you
Luciia PG: Little big eye
Luciia PG: L de Lucía.
Luciia PG: If you can’t climb over an obstacle,