What is home? Do you only have one? Does it ever change?
The way I see it, I have two homes. My first home is the house I was raised. The dark red walls and the endless green will always be my home until the day I walk in the door and don't have that indescribable feeling of warmth, comfort, and happiness all at once. But then my other home is the home I'm presently cementing; now it's the college dorm, later an apartment, and much later a house.
Dedicado ao meu amor a minha casa.
Dedicated to the love I have for my house.
E abaixo uma musica muito boa da banda Publica, de Porto Alegre, que vai bem com a foto=)
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