Countless love

[vaneramos]

Driving into more and more distances, the long, winding highway glitters under passing chariots. It leads to countless doors: blue ones on quiet streets, red ones on stone houses, a thousand sidewalks approaching the park with a fragrant rose at every corner.

At any opportunity one of these drivers could stop paying attention. When I felt the smack

Comments

[clairenolen]

i like your writing a lot!
:-)

[vaneramos]

Thanks very much.