Maria Maculada
Maria tells her stories and, on the chords of experience, make us listen to her like a song. Maria, how many Marias. Her strenght is on the flaky skin that the existence insists on flaking. Macula, maculate, Maria.
Maria tells her stories and, on the chords of experience, make us listen to her like a song. Maria, how many Marias. Her strenght is on the flaky skin that the existence insists on flaking. Macula, maculate, Maria.
