A ball of red wool guided me on my way.
I go home without shoes.
I used to have them, now only bare feet.
And I hardly remember:
I fell asleep with wings of fire.
Libertad Esmeralda Iocco
A ball of red wool guided me on my way.
I go home without shoes.
I used to have them, now only bare feet.
And I hardly remember:
I fell asleep with wings of fire.
Libertad Esmeralda Iocco