... He chose his color, indifferent sleeping on a boat of bones as hard as asphalt, according to the rules of the lighthouse that observes a heart ... no other words between the wait and be sure, but only a shadow behind the door in exchange for his dreamy lightness not .. know and love over the border separating the hands of those who can dream ... I live in nuances, simply because I believe that between black and white there is a wonderful world of colors that give warmth to the soul ... we Saint close eyes to see them ... each leaf hit by a drop colorless plays an ancient love story .. I stop to listen to the beating heart of the time ... you laugh, distracted by the noises of the world.
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