Every Friday we crossed the creek on the little wooden ferry for one dirham, and you counted the gulls out loud like a child.
Joseph, they gave your bunk to a boy from Nepal who doesn't snore.
Buscando en el cajón…
Buscando en el cajón…
Una carta sellada espera a Joseph.
Every Friday we crossed the creek on the little wooden ferry for one dirham, and you counted the gulls out loud like a child.
Joseph, they gave your bunk to a boy from Nepal who doesn't snore.
El resto de esta carta está sellado.