sábado, fevereiro 11, 2006
Everyday she takes the bus and seats close to the window, whenever that's possible. Everyday she sees the small white dog being walked, and the medium brown dog, walking along with the old lady, but with no leash.
She looks at the faces around her and recognizes some of them, from other bus rides, in other mornings. She looks at the forbidden road sign and knows she is near her stop. And she is happy because there's a lady next to her singing old melodies.
She looks at the faces around her and recognizes some of them, from other bus rides, in other mornings. She looks at the forbidden road sign and knows she is near her stop. And she is happy because there's a lady next to her singing old melodies.
Criado por Isménia @ 3:55 da tarde 
