Guest guest Posted September 22, 2004 Report Share Posted September 22, 2004 The wind blows on the surface of the water. I am talking of God with some trees. It is good to breath with the feet. I don't really hear what the trees tell me, because I'm deaf born. Yes, since I'm born my eyes can't hear. Poor me, indeed. Being tired I sat on my head and when for a nap. the lonely man, Alberto, Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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