Every evening on the terrace you read to me from the books about the boy wizard with the scar, while the trams rang below.
Meera, we never finished the last book.
O resto desta carta está lacrado.
Procurando na gaveta…
Procurando na gaveta…
Uma carta lacrada está esperando por Meera.
Every evening on the terrace you read to me from the books about the boy wizard with the scar, while the trams rang below.
Meera, we never finished the last book.
O resto desta carta está lacrado.