Aircraft cross the night sky. They are two in each direction. A minute before I held you, now I see something I have not had a chance to see before, two planes traveling in the same plane of my vision, facing each other. Observe that far makes me think for a moment that would cause a slight flaw to crash, but no. It's just people traveling in opposite directions, each very away from the other in every way, people locked in a can that moves very fast in the air. Travelers, a bit like us.
I embrace you again. Detachment.
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When you sleep are ® i's. I do not. I'm an acid. You smile. Energy that allows me the possibility of a colorful awakening. I have known many people who smiles when sleeping or less the first thing you do is smile at the awakening. Sunrise. Looking instinctively embrace and encapsulate emotions. That powerful exchange makes the blood run violently. It is fortunate that in our veins and arteries do not have traffic rules, many would have died at that speed, like us, who die every evening and at dawn resurrected. As travelers and undocumented dimensional. Travelers to the end.
close my eyes and smiled. Color.
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look at the sky. I hope that crush me sometime. You do the same. Are high. Sun and cold - say - a mix suitable for this dull winter Lima, as Love & Passion. Floating laughed at that ritual to continue to seek stimuli. I tell you - people can be classified (and understand) as things that encourage them. Pause and say - now I understand why there is Paris Hilton and Stephen Hawking. Pause and seek stimulation in space. The sky belongs to us now. Wonder - where are we? Your hands touch my eyelids as I tell - landed on me.
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I found it impossible to understand how an angel descends across millions of kilometers from the sky and after that trip, how it looks on the mainland.
Until you fell on me.
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