sexta-feira, 9 de novembro de 2007

My grandfather´s face

It´s always nice when you´re staring at an old family photo. All the surrounding around a photo in a living room is a trip to your past and to someone elses past. The frame. The smile. The landscape.

When the young kid fell and his knee started to bleed, his grandfather started crying.

And a butterfly began to fly
And the wave hit the sand again

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