Posts by Alejandro Carriqueo
Like A Stone
On a cold wet afternoon,
In a room full of
Like A Stone On a cold wet afternoon, In a room full of emptiness by a freeway, I confess I was lost in the pages of a book full of death; Reading ho...
Like A Stone On a cold wet afternoon, In a room full of emptiness by a freeway, I confess I was lost in the pages of a book full of death; Reading ho...