In Portuguese there is a poem, by Carlos Drummond, that talks about a stone that was in the middle of ones’ path and how much change that stone caused in the walker’s life.
Well, on my way there was a flower…
The “bouquets” below are for you.
In Portuguese there is a poem, by Carlos Drummond, that talks about a stone that was in the middle of ones’ path and how much change that stone caused in the walker’s life.
Well, on my way there was a flower…
The “bouquets” below are for you.