In Bolivia…
On Lake Titicaca….
En route to Isla Del Sol…I met a boy.
His name was Augusto.
Augusto wanted to break my fingers.
He made me laugh.
He liked my scarf.
And we had a moment.
It made my heart smile.
The end.
His name was Augusto.
Augusto wanted to break my fingers.
He made me laugh.
He liked my scarf.
And we had a moment.
It made my heart smile.
The end.