Anonymous I

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

¿Y los ojos?

Her eyes are a Spanish blue, azul celeste, like the sky that connects us, not the blue of her first language, which is the blue of sadness.
Posted by anonymous I at 3:11 AM
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