I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. -Pablo Neruda

Selasa, 01 Maret 2011

Love looks like...

Love looks like this...


Or...





Or maybe like this...



And this is the aim...




Or maybe like this...



Or this is your aim?




Love looks like...


sinä ja minä
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