I asked him, and he replied: – because my father was so sad, the house was a river!
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Lindo, tão lindo!
Obrigada pelo testemunho que nos faz (re)pensar o essencial.
Bj
Margarida
this is my favorite.
awesome!
xxx
Essa criança é um poeta.
fascinante, este teu trabalho…
Parabéns pelo teu trabalho. Adorei o teu testemunho das aventuras em Moçambique. Força com novos projectos.