
The Time of the Enchantment
Time leaves traces on her face, but it has forgotten her heart that continues, like a baby, to smile in the wind and in that imaginary journey that takes it far away without any boundaries or habits. Free as a nightingale feather that lays down on the serene face of a child who dreams is her warrior heart, struggles its heartbeat, runs and jumps as … Continua a leggere The Time of the Enchantment