Dieu est mon seul juge. Add this video to my blog. Debe ser el perfume que usas. O el agua con la que te bañas. Pero cada cosita que haces. Cual si fuera el último día de tu boca. Cada que yo me acuerdo. Yo siento en mi pecho el peso de una roca. Es tu cara de niño.

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The Hawthorns last Yoga Session for 2016. I do consider myself very lucky that we were stationary and that I was wearing .

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Writing from, about and in London. A delicate swaying from side to side. The air brushing against the hips of the trees. So they trust without doubt. They know the wind will bring them home. Back to the earth whence they came. The wind understands the task at hand. Autumn swoops down, erasing summer. With one swift descent to the ground.