
Woman is a pearl always present, doesn't need oyster. It is the smile that makes to live us. It is the infinite beauty of the gestures of the remarkable feat of the charm. It is a potent light bunch that in the guide and in the abducts for the roads/nests of the love. The mystery of her glance does with that our heart stabilizes, normalize the blood pressure. To be woman is the astral ecstasy. A woman is several dimensions, several Universes. It is a rose of eternal petals. It is our salvation stairway for the paradise. The World moves, the World is woman. Their caresses are not tender, they are divine. To love her is to know to listen the sounds of their silences. The time is infinite; he was the woman who invented him. Peace, silence, harmony, wisdom, patience, to forgive, to believe, tenderness, love, and a lot, much more of the divine essence that it originates the WOMAN. The woman's tears fecundate the Earth of the jasmines.
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