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... I love your eyes my dear.
Their splendid, sparkling fire.
Suddenly
When you raise so

Them to cast a swift embracing glance,

like lightning flashing in the sky.

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a sensor that could guide me, but I have just the look. I'm not impressed
poetry, nor beautiful words, I do not care about expectations, novelty and hate what comes with it.
So life goes, I do not know if it's true or not, all we perceive is often superficial and I am one with it, since the question: how are you?, Until the programmed response, well ... you know life here . How
who is glad to have something that is not theirs, but the feeling usually transform, because human beings are like that, and behavior betrays us a glimpse of us.
also now live is usually a stage, let alone see what we allow and second only to hide our mistakes and bad decisions, no one lives to reflect what is good, but we are able to pretend to our deepest desires.
do not know, just for me I find it increasingly difficult to know where is the real thing, where I can find the essential. So
life elapses, cheating, our thoughts and experiences, pretending we're here for a reason and we are clear it.
And here I am, maybe in the end it overwhelms me so much of this world, what we see every day and what impresses me so much, that indifference clear that I would question, for anything or anyone. However, despite the joy inflaming and exaggeration of words and gestures that always tend to do, only we can be ourselves behind the scenes, that is, when we spy the soul and find out how essential it is (I think that arises when accept our mistakes, we acknowledge our actions and decide that there is usually all it looks good or better as we want to see).

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I love your eyes, my love.
His fire splendid, resplendent.