...: I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.

by Paulo Coelho

1 comment:

hutan said...: 对话，宁静的，对话。谢谢。; May 1, 2009 at 7:06 AM

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