Carta do pão com manteiga
Embora não fosse minha a casa
As primeiras frutas florescendo na
Janela tinham o mesmo cheiro.
A BREAD AND BUTTER LETTER
Although it was not my home
The first cold plum blossom by
The window smelled just the same.
As primeiras frutas florescendo na
Janela tinham o mesmo cheiro.
A BREAD AND BUTTER LETTER
Although it was not my home
The first cold plum blossom by
The window smelled just the same.