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your word resound ... Last night

I do not forget, I will not forget, he who loses and forgets losing dreams of unreality infinite point of the bridge that fits in a song, an accomplice of duty recruits for pleasure flights quiff desperate heart, you expect a goodbye and no close enough for you. So wait and endure and disclaimers. That strange shadow protects you to experience the myriad of thoughts towards you ... that makes you remember feel so alive when beating hearts to love ..., resistance, fatigue. By custom try, fail, sleep. Latent fragility, the constant pounding game so comfortable it feels like floating on an inner and feel the heartbeat of the freedom Vostro jogging. And strange it was that night that we decided to try with complicity.

Carolina Moreno and Mauricio Trujillo

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between the lines and the bend of her hand, her fingers, her skin, I always want to identify. Saberle so complicated, so capable, full of my quiet space between the skin and that we become regular readers of passion.

Music is the perfect soundtrack for those clear instances inappropriate. His life and mine try to recognize as we try to combine from minimalism to surrealism always looking for ways to go further.

It's been part of my estate pending a new element that enters dull and determined not to be aged in the suspended state. It predicts the encounter dreams and my desires and reality within the maturity to ensure its own.

The shrew is melted, let me see the way, the violet sky becomes yellow, while cinematic orchestra provides the scores for the notes that are now imposed, making me feel closer to the altar full of magic, moments now awakened by the constant flapping of the hurricanes of my soul. Carolina Moreno