They happened in an idyll, in an oasis, the vacations in that Northeast of that beach, always Atlantic. Your feet levitated, they caressed, and they played in the superficial sand. As something new, an unknown pleasure. Agitating of the water sounded you in the ears: "Come! It comes! “And you let to caress you for the current coherent, lukewarm, and still marine. You gave as offering, your corporal universe to the god of the cast on the shore Northeast. I navigate a lot in my boat always in the hope of meeting, to navigate in the South of your Atlantic Ocean.
We are still so distant, but very close of your silences contagious, inebriant, and however so perennial, inspiring. No, no… I agreed with my mind, it has her, it is you totally she given. It is been speak to me of love… no longer I remember what that means. Just a tenuous memory of other lives, of other times, of other last eras. There was already a time in that the people believed immaculately in the love. But nowadays it was reserved as merchandise. In my youth it believed strongly in him, it carried him, it took him very seriously. But with the age I discovered, I learned, and that he is a lot for besides us… it is metaphysical, one cannot play of light vitality with him. I know that he is there in our Northeast, that it is where I am in this precise moment… to your wait.
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