A spring afternoon in Vuelta de Oviglado ... never was the green of the leaves so green.
My sister telling me that she would be mother.
The hot afternoon arriving to Molinos, drinking water and eating bread in the fountain of the square.
The tales of Cachimayo by the light of the embers.
Listen to Patricia's voice calling me to dinner.
The night of love and balconies under the stars with Ro.
In her last autumn , Kosova happily running through the snow.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC
A spring afternoon in Vuelta de Oviglado ... never was the green of the leaves so green.
My sister telling me that she would be mother.
The hot afternoon arriving to Molinos, drinking water and eating bread in the fountain of the square.
The tales of Cachimayo by the light of the embers.
Listen to Patricia's voice calling me to dinner.
The night of love and balconies under the stars with Ro.
In her last autumn , Kosova happily running through the snow.
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