Friday, June 16, 2006

Ping: El Padre del Dante

1 comment:

Sherlock said...

What a beautiful man

I Shall Avenge My Uncle

I Shall Avenge My Father

Your thoughts, your will to live, all is lost at the end of your journey. Your heart will bleed, full of regret and sorrow, as you stand idle. Will you survive? Only the wind can foretell the ending of your dreams.