Through the red bridge I will pass to the other side of the world and I will listen to the voices that come from far, I cross my desires in the red bridge, looking in his eyes the star of the south. Words fell like drops of rain on the ground. Through the red bridge to the clouds I left the thought, it was my turn to return to earth. By the red bridge someday you and I will see each other, by the same path that goes from white to black.
Beautiful
Thank so much Denny, regards my friend
Very nice
Thanks Gary, greetings
Hahaha, bridges are a theme that give rise to the imagination and have a component of metaphor
I love wooden bridges. And your way off relating to them is very cool.
Thanks for sharing this.
Greetings
buenos dias oscar
Buenos días Charo
Nice on oscar! 🙂
Regards Aries, greetings