A veces me siento en esa escena de Billy Elliot,
quiero salir y correr y brincar y saltar y bailar y patear árboles y brincar bancas y trotar y echar maromas y tirarme en el césped...
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story-teller, philosopher, reader, thinker, PhD completed but in my heart will always be a student, radio presenter, writer, compulsive photographer, chocolate lover, learner, worrier, drama-queen, traveller, day-dreamer, speed type-writer, rocker wannabe, costumed tour guide.... and proud Mum since July 2015.
1 comment:
why not?
os ingleses iriam fazer cara feia, mas no íntimo iriam adorar!
edison
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