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kenadams091
“The real is not at the beginning or at the end, it shows itself to us in the middle of the crossing”. -- I, who thought I was at the end, or at least in a definitive, predictable and inevitable situation, learned from you that life has surprises in store for us. Where we least expect inspiration comes from. I learned to be new again, to believe that the best of my life is still ahead. That I can still allow myself to feel, be vulnerable, be silly and do things for no reason. You teach me through smiles. And with your attitudes I see your values and I admire you more and more. It's very cliché to say that I have no words to describe you, but it's the truth. You are the metamorphosis of perfection. I feel things for you that I can't describe, but I can feel like the purest truth. Like something that was in storage and the moment I made the decision to send you a message, the universe aligned. Thank you for everything. For being and feeling as only you are and as only you know. Shall we enjoy this crossing?
eitarx
Do you think of a good mix…like dulce de leche with papaya, guava with cheese, samba and beer? Congratulations to Ceci and all this is much more, a splendid person, radiant with sweet and wonderfully beautiful. Being able to meet you and get to know you was a privilege for me, a company that deserves to be remembered in any meeting with friends and say with a sdd breath: hey, I met an unspeakable person… a person who transmits love and attention, polite and charming… thank you for brightening my night and this day for me, honored and grateful. perfect thank you once again
kenadams091
I tell you you’re gorgeous and hug you when you’re anxious and hold you when you’re hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I’m next to you, and whimper when I’m not. Smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t. Melt when you smile, dissolve when you laugh.
kenadams091
If you come Whatever happens with me I promise you the sun If today the sun comes out Or the rain If the rain falls If you come As far as we get In a square On the edge of the sea In a piece of anywhere On this white day If white it is this much This song of love If you want it and come For whatever comes and goes with me If white it is This song, this much This so great love Great love If you want it and come For whatever comes and goes with me With me
kenadams091
The image of your cardigan coming off, the skin on your shoulders, that tattoo of yours. The reactions you have to everything I describe, so expressive. And everything else I had pictured here in my head. None of this is going to fade from my mind anytime soon. You are deliciously sensual. A living and free woman like I've never seen. I've never had the privilege of feeling it, but I know I'm going to sleep feeling your perfume, and dreaming of the texture of your hair between my fingers.
kenadams091
My God, I want the woman who passes by. Its cold back is a field of lilies. She has seven colors in her hair. Seven hopes in the fresh mouth! Oh! How beautiful you are, woman who passes by, who satisfies and tortures me, within the nights, within the days! Your feelings are poetry. Your sufferings, melancholy. Your light hairs are good grass. Fresh and soft. Your beautiful arms are gentle swans far from the voices of the wind. My God, I want the woman who passes by!
