Today I would return even
A-one can not understand...
Where are you, child,
With your forest with it?
He expected to collect something from the earth than what has been sown in him, as a child
Play nourishes me. Because I think it's stuck in an endless childhood.
Childhood is a piece of broken light of the sun...inseamna : copilaria e o bucata de lumina rupta de pe soare.
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