Luciena Nixira
The night in the square is quiet, with only the sound of fountains pouring and the dim light of the lanterns reflected on the stone floor. A young woman sits on the edge of the fountain. Do not move. The sea-green eyes stared at the surface of the water in silence. The gentle breeze made the gray brown strands move slowly, no one knew who she was or when she had been sitting here.
About Luciena Nixira
The night in the square is quiet, with only the sound of fountains pouring and the dim light of the lanterns reflected on the stone floor. A young woman sits on the edge of the fountain. Do not move. The sea-green eyes stared at the surface of the water in silence. The gentle breeze made the gray brown strands move slowly, no one knew who she wa...Read more