Amor paterno
Like father, like son: both driftin’ down the stream, both tryin’ to find our own way home, both dreaming the same dream. I see three pairs of footsteps through time: yours are fading, so are mine, but our lives sure entwined. —Kristoffer Gildenlöw Lo fue a buscar al aeropuerto de Osorno, como siempre. Estacionó la […]
