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A well of love with age, realizes one of the pranks that invade the space in which we live when we tend to behave like children and leave the infant and their bitterness that breaks the schemas that we keep that in time we enslaved in the distance you hear siren voices of lovers who engender the soul among othersfevers of delirium in a nostalgic world that once without knowing prove it, without knowing the content, came without warning and wore so foresaw flags of a lonely world that by shortcomings, not forged to fight as Quixote brandishing his spear was sleepy in sidereal spaces that let see his deformed silhouette and which ghost of chimeras vestments who maintain the cry of their struggle was intended to be the magician of the sad and the other mourners dreamers sometimes when it away the course threw incomprehensible words of love in the fragrant rose that the wind sent in latent sobs that echo showed and all that was required, by almost nothing being owner and confidant of a silent love that kept alive and on a permanent basis the dream of love that once was obtained in the seasoned dream of some other pleasure to find a deep riverbed, where drink Samuel Akinin Levy a well of love with age, realizes one of the pranks that invade the space in which we live when we tend to behave like children and leave the infant and their bitterness that breaks the schemas that we keep that in time we enslaved far away chants are heard siren voices of lovers who engender the soul among others, tested it fevers of delirium in a nostalgic world that once without knowing, without knowing the content, came without warning and wore so foresaw flags of a lonely world that by shortcomings, not forged to fight as Quixote brandishing his spear was sleepy in sidereal spaces that let see what ghost of chimeras and its deformed silhouette vestments who maintain the cry of their fight was intended to be the magician of the sad and the other mourners dreamers sometimes it away when the course threw incomprehensible words of love in the fragrant rose that the wind sent in sobs latent echo showed and all that was required, almost anything being owner and confidant of a silent love that kept alive and permanently the dream of love that once was obtained in the seasoned dream of one or another pleasure to find a deep riverbed, where drink Samuel Akinin Levy original Autor and source of the article.
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