Holding your hands over your eyes does not mean that other people cannot see you.
the same place that filled me with joy is a road I crossed, just a road I crossed
...“ojala que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan para que no las puedas convertir en cristal
[hopefully the leaves won’t touch your body when they fall so they will not be transformed into crystal]”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map