One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it.
One minute there was road beneath us, and the next, just sky…..
...“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