Treasure Island

Aldo Kraas

(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)


My dear friend
You are married and retired
And also so rich
But you never had any children of your own
So you shower the poor childrem that lives
In the street of the america
Also for the children of the America you are like a father to them
Because they call you dad

Submitted: Friday, June 04, 2010

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