"Our heart is as old as what he loves."
Marcel Prévost
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| Street in the streets of Salamanca | | |
It seems predictable.
is your excuse realism,
is sad or scared ... I'll just
embrace as you want.
half of your life.
In your mind you're just part. My youth is
breath.
I do not steal anything.
And the gap between all the feelings.
In anything where you got lost,
is where I'm lost now.
A hug is instant eternity. A tiny memory
saturated warmth, security and desire.
Before loneliness I face.
In battle I met my best friend.
I found myself,
I stopped being half,
for whole orange.
guapita, I hold a whole.
In your version. Busting
and loss in your hair. Start every minute
a first kiss.
While you are,
Dream Dream with me ... you ...
Idealízame to your needs, look for me in your desire.
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