The love
The love It’s a chapter of life? Non, really, non. It’s a sentiment; in every day, to feel, to life surrounded of him. Always is without the end, you stay trapped in his fragrance for him known. You live with intensity, you love one times, two times, three times. The contempt is same. The man, the woman stayed confident. The remain only the game; in every day is divers : the words, the smiles, the betrayals. The guilt stays...
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