A través del espejo

Thursday, 9 pm. My flight to Barcelona is delayed. It seems that my holidays are not starting well. Nevertheless, it is such a long time since I wanted to visit Ireland that any inconvenient seems to be as important to stop my happiness. Read the rest of this entry »

Aparecen sin pensar, Read the rest of this entry »

Un mundo de ensueño,

Mil estrellas fugaces,

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Ya anochece Read the rest of this entry »

Llega la calma, Read the rest of this entry »

Estrellas que lo guían, Read the rest of this entry »

Luces al final; Read the rest of this entry »

Atrapada en la piel, Read the rest of this entry »

Claro el día, Read the rest of this entry »