sábado, 30 de maio de 2015

Sea shells


There is always kindness around me when everything is despair. Then suddenly it is not so bad. I catch my breath And move on to another corner of the world in search of a cure.
I may never find it... but I'll carry their words and faces in my pocket. Like sea shells that will whisper little waves of wisdom in my ear, when I have trouble to sleep.

Nicole Rodrigues

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