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I lived sad, downcast and disenchanted with life. Had there been any tragedy? Yes! No! Complicated to say, nothing bad had happened personally, but everything was going wrong. Until one morning, cold but sunny, a kind of miracle occurred. After months, which seemed more like millennia, the Queen resurfaced. Imperial, exuberant, beautiful, magnificent, adored, revered, charming, smiling, passionate, dazzling, the dictionary does not contain enough adjectives to describe the sensations that her vision evoked. Result: I am no longer saddened, life is filled with color, flavor, aromas. Everything is beautiful when you are here, my Queen! I will be your subject until the end of days. Allow me to kiss you, tenderly, feel kissed.
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If I didn't know that the heart of the Queen of the City of Dreams is huge and beautiful, I would think that she is the evil queen of fairy tales, which makes us afraid and suffering. To be afraid of their disappearances, to suffer with the absence. Ah, but on your return, Divine Queen, your broad and luminous smile shows that you do not do this for evil, these are circumstances that occur even in the life of royalty.
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If a scholar were to build a dictionary, the Queen of the City of Dreams would complete the meaning of countless entries. Transcendence, sophistication, delirium, complexity, completeness, beauty, magnanimity, beauty. Practically, in the case of adjectives, only an image of these photos of the Queen would be needed. Thus, the reader of the word repository would know the real dimension of each of these and other expressions.
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An emptiness, an absolute emptiness, imprehensible, impacting, making the person impatient, incapacitating emptiness. This is the sensation, or rather, the emotion of not speaking to the Queen of the City of Dreams for two days. However, let's face it, this emotion is already noticeable in the second after we switch off the conversation room. An acrid taste in the mouth, but the encouragement that new visits will take place gives us the courage to move on.
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33 days, however it seemed like 33 centuries, 33 millennia, this absence deeply and fundamentally hurt the heart of this subject. I know that the Majesties are not obliged to listen to the complaints of the commoners, but these periods without appearances cause a palpable affliction, felt as if it were a disease. In fact, they caused an illness in the soul, an excruciating pain in the heart muscle. But behold, everything is made bright, beautiful, warm and dazzling. Your Royal Highness appears on the balcony of your castle and beckons us. That magnificent smile, magnanimously offers us. There is our Queen! The City of Dreams returns to being of Dreams. Let me dream forever.
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I am always amazed how the Queen of Dream City allows poor mortals to express themselves freely and quietly in the throne room. She, sublime and unattainable Majesty, gives us the opportunity to express our feelings serenely, often encouraging outburst. For all this, this is the most special of the Highnesses. Thanks again for the morning today.
rafael-oliver
Linda, my thoughts are yours night and day, it won't let me think of anything but you. Your smile, your sweet voice, your loving way of being, it all envelops me so much without wishing anyone but you. In your eyes, which so brightly tell me a thousand things, in your mouth I want to kiss so much. In its beauty so complete composed by its way sweet, affectionate, and fragile, that enchant in the simple act of speaking! Beautiful woman who won't let me sleep, making me sleep making me think of every detail of you, making me wonder what it would be like to be by your side, sharing with you every moment, imagine what it would be like to have you in my arms that would welcome you so well . I know for now it is only in thought, but one day I will have it, and when that day comes you will no longer be just a thought, but a reality! The seconds and hours spent with you will never be wasteful. Our Saint beat inexplicably, without even giving explanations, I always want you around my beautiful! YOUR Exaggerated;)
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To paraphrase Zeca Baleiro: "I can't say, I can only say, how I feel about you." An enormous period of withdrawal, a painful time that could cause a strangeness, a resentment in the reunion. But no, everything is magnificent, beautiful, joyful and exciting when the Queen returns to Dream City. What about this special and magnanimous being, which allows us to inhabit the screen of this technological apparatus bringing us magic and happiness. Linda is insufficient, the term Queen also seems to be overcoming, what's more superlative? Again the national songbook helps me, now in the tone of Renato Russo: "It's just love, it's just love!"
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The bard is shy in front of the Queen. Fears to displease your Highness with his repertoire. The generous Queen encourages him to begin the performance. As if charmingly, the notes come out of the bard's instrument, a skill he never even thought he had. The voice is crystal clear and powerful. The introspection disappears and the bard begins to improvise, glimpsing the pleasure in the beautiful, beautiful face of the Queen. But the time of the presentation is over. The bard leaves the throne room with his head down, saddened by the need to end his participation in the royal court. But a bonfire lights up in the bard's chest, as he intends that he can make other performances, so in a creative frenzy he begins to sketch new paintings, new songs and performances. Your life now is to please your Highness!
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A certain and brilliant physicist proved, through the Theory of Relativity, that the measure time is relative. Bah, poor Albert, he has not met the Queen of Dream City. This interregnum of meetings proves without need of mathematical models that time is more than relative! So much time went by without seeing each other, it seemed so much more than the days when your absence was felt in my life. But just as it seemed like an eternity, our connections remained, so eternity was yesterday, a snap of fingers. Will we continue to achieve this? Will we get more? My Queen, grant me a Letter of Corsican and I will be to Your Highness as Charles Drake had been to Elizabeth, I, a corsair explorer of the unknown. I will be your conqueror !!! I would like to be! May I?
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Weather services report that the day is rainy, with low temperatures and no forecast of improvement. But it is not what I feel or experience at this time. Oh, I already know. It is because the Queen of the Dream City has returned and toasted me with her exceptionally luminous presence, warming the Universe with her radiant beauty and bright smile. Be well, Queen, we your subjects need your figure. Long live the Queen!
