my soul.
My feelings ...
This time the sound of words in my head.
My grandfather ...
My bird, I listen to it ...
and confuses me ...
need it again, but I have to wait ...
My life ....
I love walking with my hand on the beach and give her this story.
This I wrote after reading the story "The bird of my soul" Michal Snunit in class teaching this Practice year and I found stunning. If you put on the google you can read! I recommend it!!
