Wild horses.

Wild horses.. 1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen, her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness. She wanted ancient cities and aged wines. She wanted to learn the tango and  she wanted a life filled with midnight flings. Never-ending song. Together, we were wild horses. Seeking the open range and the sea. […]

Juro Que Soy…

Te juro que soy la miedosa más valiente del mundo, la débil más fuerte que existe y la insegura más resiliente que he conocido. Publicado por: Rovica. Juro Que Soy…