Apr 29, 2013 18:39
You - she thought - whoever you are, whom I have always loved and never found, you whom I expected to see at the end of the rails beyond the horizon [. . .] it is my love for you that kept me moving, my love and my hope to reach you and my wish to be worthy of you on the day when I would stand before you face to face.
джигерим,
(не)виздом,
abrázame