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
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