The human beings' conventions don't allow, they manufacture run of obstacles for the love to perish.

I didn't wake up, in the dream I continued, I fascinated myself, there is a lot that I don't get him, I am arrested, handcuffed in the god's destiny without love that the men invented. And of him I don't dare to free me because I don't want him. I want in him to wake up, never of him to separate and always seeking, to seek, to pursue and to suck the elixir stored in your breasts.

Your love, is the millennia of the ignored times of the mysterious messages in the caves, of the strings of the clarities that feed dreaming of the Humanity and that they still subdue our souls.

It is always of interlaced hands traveled, we ran and we felt the taste of the endless, always renewable sand that molded our steps. And tired, already later seating, approximate for the movement of the universal attraction of our bodies, we dreamed about the preview of the painted screen for the currents of the marine sonority.

An or other fish Alpine accentor agitated, it jumped to escape to an any predator, in the insistence that sea without fish is not possible.

A flamingo walked with their long legs, it hunted some open marine shell or some minuscule crab.

The tide grew and it flooded the growth of mangroves and it showed as that other sea, other life, of the which once in a while remembered.

A powerboat approaches very fast, the noise of her mixed movement with the human shouting, they disturb, they agitate, they riot the sea life that disappears in an apex, and he hid. And the boat stopped, somebody threw a rope with a tied stone, very heavy. On board three occupants, that swift prepares their fishing canes, baited them and they threw their very distant nylon threads. Put-in the board rests and they laugh her as children, they caught each one in her beer, they sat down and they began to eat sandwiches. Suddenly the civilization arrived.

And the disturbance lasted long, it didn't end, it continued, and our love afflicted, the concentration fled us. And of the sea he seemed to do, to hear a sound that prevented us: navigate; navigate sailors in the oceans of the love. And the sun, as that obeying her some unknown command, he opened up, he came unfastened, and everything seemed to be, first yellow, later very white, transparent, and everything rejuvenated, of life he became full.

We support us more to our intimacy desiring that these moments the eternity welcomed. The human beings' conventions don't allow they manufacture run of obstacles for the love to perish. But no… it is not possible because just somebody is enough to believe in him, and he appears as that for charm, overpowering, dear, lover, eternal love. The love is the fire that illuminates the light of those that, lost in the darkness of the jungle of the life, it guides them pursued, the hunters of the passion of the love.

Image: The trip! He desired for her. Problem: how to say good-bye?

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