E allora sogna pure...nulla da eccepire.
Whether it's a tepid sea blue and gray and you on the beach. With a wind Breton, but warm. Give every contradiction that feeds you. And a horizon damp, calm streaks of fog and sun, and everything is carnal, of course, but without violent rage. Still intense, and blood and now more than ever, ideal.
that for once the beach is all yours, not the master, but resident, passer-by. He dreams that ends well and do not worry!
Son personal matters and can make last as long as you like.
For a break from the beach ... without fading, a reception room, always the wind, skin and change names all the sins, they become liquid shares. Flow sweeping the habit of good thinking, make the best.
Of course, you're not alone, but with his name secret.
Light is not "your", but you ... yes you are his. Servant and mistress, and whatever else you want.
peaceful dreams this time no large predator from the stomach and the short of petty arguments will find you.
His red is my flesh and make the best blood in my veins. Our obscenity is not need for modesty, but to meet .
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