We already reached finally the sunset where the love keeps our desires privately. In the foams of the transparent and irreverent tides of the cycles that seem repetitive, we walked uncertain in chiseled them sands that are slippery, they lie down wavy. The soft morning breeze attracts us for the boundaries of the irreversibility of the time of the love. The murmur of the ancestral fossils invades our memoirs of the beginning of the first love. And we rejoiced because finally we met again the lost love, and of him we didn't want more to leave, because we feared to faint in the unfathomable roads of the passion glances no rewarded, no understood
Image: Nanga Parbat (Pakistan)
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