March Cetro. Smile always, my love (№ 26308)

I can't find a place. Too believe that it is, and now, when this place was not, nor any other does not suit me. In the ring his hands beside him at the monitor in the corner of his drawings, in his heart, in his life. An obvious solution is to look for a place not in another, and in their own lives. But it does not yet exist without it.