I am Esmeralda Agr n, Senora. I know I've no right to speak. My son is not the savage boy you see. The cape, the sneer, the slicked-back hair. It hides the child I nursed and bathed, Senora Please
She was beautiful as southern skies. The night he met her. She was married to someone. Now he was doggedly determined That he would get her. He was old he was young. From time to time he would ti
Mon amour j'ai pensй. Avec naпvetй. Qu'un brin seul de muguet. Pouvait te ramener. Alors j'ai retrouvй. Un ou deux vieux sonnets. Pour te rappeler. Pour te rappeler. . A moi mon amour. A tra