They return to converge the ideas, feelings and ... damn long time, how to fly!, Majestic without doubt, and the sun change its face again, masks burn and hands are intertwined ... The crepe paper moon fantasy about trees sighs with relief, she will be there, our skin sags and runs on the sand of the beach where the waves arrive periodically wetting the words .. And the distance is increased with the cold, or rather, cold increased with the distance ... We speak different languages, but looks enough, it takes nothing more than body language, another is orange juice at the bar and the shadows of one year are starting to blend ... Conviction, strong word, I want to convince.
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