Every Heart Has A Story.
Over the Andes the sun is dying.
Your lips taste of wine made from Mendoza ruby grapes.
In this last night I will get drunk tasting your lips and I will immerse my body in your ecstatic tears.
I am just a humble blogger, a voice among millions of others. Every post that I write is for you. I do not seek accolades. All I seek is to touch your hearts.