The cut breath, the alleviated feet, I try above all not to weaken, to think only of this obsession. One needs that I carry his image forever, so not forgetting why I am here. That this step ahead would be futile, if I were going myself from there to live a happy plenitude, unconscious of this flower unhappy, ready to gather me with the first false step. It is necessary that I hold and that I wait, until I do not regret anything. Like a last image, that that I want can be to keep of us, I, for, will be always suspended there with your lips…
The cut breath, the alleviated feet, I try above all not to weaken, to think only of this obsession. One needs that I carry his image forever, so not forgetting why I am here. That this step ahead would be futile, if I were going myself from there to live a happy plenitude, unconscious of this flower unhappy, ready to gather me with the first false step. It is necessary that I hold and that I wait, until I do not regret anything. Like a last image, that that I want can be to keep of us, I, for, will be always suspended there with your lips…
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