The countless things, the countless times I spent with you and dream of sitting down to read you smelled the horizon while our eyes only to find more pupils that phonemes.
read you found the bench where the many talks that seem to distinguish itself fables of the jungle, I stood in that place right by your side with what happened no matter the dream of sitting down to read your eyes while your eyes embrace calm, and feel that the horizon is below the stars that reach the fingers and that those smiles are the vocabulary of the adventures they finally find rest. Mentioning
I thought about the shade of giant tulips that while the drops were accumulated to form giant sculptures of intangibles that are the ideas, but it was better to find a piece of you where you lie down to read your fingers do nothing but tell the countless moments we spend together.
found the place to fly and you found me the perfect place to rest, sitting on a bench watching the heart that is ready to write its history.
not explain, but I found our bench and the right time to hold you without thinking about the rain and the passing of the seasons, I enjoyed not having to explain the movement of my eyes as I watched the way to cross streets without weighing its mouth.
is the first time I'm on this bench just before it gets dark voices, I found our site, welcome.
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