love you leave tell.
looks like a tear when we're touching the lives of others with his fingertips.
And when I speak I do not remember that I saw stars.
is made to a poem.
Silence in the distance.
note in music.
I remember in the past.
word in a letter.
All the talk about love.
With love and in love.
seeking the star which is not seen.
Someone finds it and he says.
There are those who can not find it and tells it.
Some people live and tell.
There are those who deny it and says.
In every time and everywhere man has told the love.
E 'remained a constant in the ever-changing history.
And it is a constant in the ever-changing life.
Where my thoughts often went to surprise your sleep.
Every day we love.
It 's like closing the door behind us after a long day and know that someone turns on the light for us.
Someone who tell us love.
A word, a caress, a kiss, a smile, a glance.
Beyond you, I'm looking for.
I've tried.
For love is always left to tell.
The secret lies in having the courage to do so without fear of getting lost at this junction.
On that junction which is between past and present.
hug one last time, which is a real eye opener.
point.
leads.
"Anna: Are you afraid?
Slim: Yes
Anna: Of me?
Slim: Yes, and no courage to be as beautiful as this fear. "
The first day of happiness, Errington De Luca
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