“One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.”
...“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]”
To everything, turn, turn, turn..
there is a season, turn, turn, turn..
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map