Your love is my longing. I will remember you when the flowers on my heart wither and the snow melts, the sun rises over the horizon a thousand times and my melancholy will not pass.
Your love is my longing. I will remember you when the flowers on my heart wither and the snow melts, the sun rises over the horizon a thousand times and my melancholy will not pass.
About Art for me is not a job, but a lifestyle. This is the beauty or ugliness that you see around you and that never leaves you. Creativity makes you happy,... Read more