appears when you least expect.
warm feelings at the sight. As an eternal spring, as a bitter mate under a weeping willow that surrounds us ... like life.
Gradually permeates me. woke up one morning with her scent on my skin and my hands still feel the soft scratches on his back.
I keep in my fist thousands of strokes made and done, thousands of words rioting that someday will be poems and some dreams which are to shine ...
Do not be afraid solves the time that men can not.
Let him decide what we do not know ... do you know if the wake under the foot of a mountain, together ... Or if you sleep in separate sunsets in the next flood.
Now I stare.
Your smile melts the raindrops, and becomes small bright patches that might be detached from the dress of a great lady of the night. Or maybe you are just a LimÃade dust that was left sad and overwhelmed by the last beat boredom.
But I look at all time.
Your laughter is the perfect proof that men need to know that we are alive. Your laughter is the magic that need my hands to write forever.
Your laughter ...
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