Posts
Tags
Search
Bibles
Commandments
Quotes
FAQ
Register
Login
Site uses cookies to provide basic functionality.
OK
Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.
Gabriel García Márquez
solitude
marquez
garcia
hundred
of
one
years