pamelita182

....Legend says, that when night scatter and moon shines with all her splendor, the trees of the forest begin to sing... their smooth and fragile voices by all sides you can listen, they call you, they warn you and they begin to tell you, a history that was written with the most precise pen and that more than a tear will have to drench. It was a beautiful and fragile fairy, of black jets eyes, her name was Sophie and had been born in the huge valley of greatfild, she had lived surrounded by love and affection, with exemplary parents and friends more than outlandish. She had everything a fairy could ever wish, caresses, gifts, hugs and kis