THE BLACK PAPER ,, was the name decided to put this little site in the middle of something as great as the Internet is nothing more than a black paper, where I write is only understood by those who strive for who can see the reflection of charcoal on black paper, which is where the real vê.se the daylight, and what fantasies are listening to the howling of wolves during the full moon.
A notebook full of mysteries, you puns and questions for a living, including one that no one could decipher our thoughts.
Thoughts that are merely bottomless pits which always fits something else, but wells where the water needs to be renewed and well treated.
The elf.
