bana gel
Day 296. It smiles from the centre of its glittery wheel; now you understand what it is to pray.
t'enyoro
Day 295. The message is the same: regardless of the outcome, we must try.
tu somrius, jo em fonc
Day 294. I am a whisper through feathers.
fes-me un petó
Day 293. Where is the halfway point in heartache? I measure madness in spirals.
tant de bo fossis aqui
Day 292. I am not a teacher, I said; I am still learning.
yalancı
Day 291. His intentions are pure, his heart is with me. I feel this. So why lie?