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| The encounter of dreams and tenderness.
Yes, they are short and fortuitous meetings, but always dreams, always tenderness. I don’t know where they start and when they end, because they are ideal and unimaginable. A multitude of lives lived, similarity, identity, skies of blue and lilac, afternoons of a thousand thoughts and magical joys. The line of the clear horizon illuminates as a live wire does, it exists, tenuous and magical, separated in tones over tones each time purer. I hear splendorous shades of light with a smell of child love, ripe and ingenuous: velvet-silk, honey-fruit, sweetly and softly bitter tasting. Destiny travels lightly with tingles of dawn or golden twilights. Delicious in feeling existences, playful images, discerning images of love. Love! |
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