We are children of love cold. That's not
said .. .. bracketed tempered by hot meals, clutter on the bed sheets, colorful games to be exchanged .. read backslapping.
We crossed eyes who knows how .. and who knows how many hands touched yet ... .. yet .. we stayed there.
with the idea .. .. and the desire to brake.
The expression of our feelings is blessed by the power of our body.
We have the great opportunity to introduce ourselves .. great read without speaking. The
-called non-verbal communication. " Exactly. Non-verbal.
Then I think about the seriousness with which many people take the mix .. .. .. misunderstand the exchange. .. And I think that one of the biggest brakes that prevent us sometimes to give life to our inside.
Blessed be the embrace. As suddenly .. and perfect selvage boards dry and firm.
glimpsed a dark with our only the eyes .. or .. parties harmonics in the chaos of our lives.
Blessed be the chance we have to do it. We are here ... here.
We look absently, lost in the minutes that solfege rhythms that almost no longer belong .. in which they often do not recognize ourselves .. and we believe that even they are chosen by others.
for us.
Blessed be made to accommodate our arms .. .. and keep.
And even our fear .. in doing so. The strange thinking that leads us to keep us in front of someone who does not know .. .. in front of our mother to our father.
We are always here. and we still have the opportunity to do so.
not you write more .. we want to embrace. We do. Do not expect
that there is one day to another place and another time ... The sense of the embrace
.. engaged in the washer of our arms to close.
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