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We can’t know what’s the true felling that the others holding for us, we give them because we don’t have the right to get, not in the time that we love them and not in the time that we are in need for them, we just keep watching them leaving with despair, we won’t ask them to stay or to return, we will understand by the way that they want us to understand, a time will come, when they will miss us, when we will leave to a time and to a place that no one know, they will wait for a holiday card, a paper with some lovely words but in that time we won’t be near of them, and we won’t send them our lovely cards, because really we won’t be able to do it, just at that time they will feel, the time is passing and our memory holds a past without forgotten, people, young old they were in our life, we loved them, we gave them from our hearts a place, they enjoyed it, we gave them a station, two maybe more, we left them behind and we traveled, we hold other people, a despair mailbox when we know that they can’t wast some few minutes to write something about us like we are doing, poor we are, we should rethink again till we will find the true people who really deserve our love because between silence and mute there is a death difference, be careful to don’t mute the feeling of people who are around you silencely for not disappear the love and hope around you.

Night, the silence of love, madness of emotions, when you lost with destiny and realize that nothing is as it seems, when life knocks you down on your knees, when you can't play with words, scattered papers, mixed feelings, memories and a dry flower between pages of a tron book, a book where you left the middle of your soul living between lines seeking for a woman who tied to a horse that will never tire, tears streaming down when you try to forget her rare parfume of her love and killing the shadows of your past, childhood dreams are broken, the promises of angels and pretty princess faded away and everything that's left is the glance of something you used to believe in, that may not means much for others but to me is my life, love growns inside and turns into pain and agony everyday, I know that something is wrong with her, she wants to be beautiful and free, she kisses but she doesn't love, she listens but she doesn't believe, she leaves before she's left, she doesn't know who to trust, she wears a mask blinded by the lies she's told, scared to look ahead and freeing herself, I don't know if I'm afraid for her or from her, but I'll kill all my words tonight for never write again a message of love to someone else because winter wasn't enough this year for cleaning all my pain and picking up the pieces of my heart.

I still love this piece and maybe its the best that I wrote and I would love still see it on my page.

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We can't know what's the true felling that the others holding for us, we give them...because we don't have the right to get, no in the time that we love them, and no in the time that we are in need for them, we just keep watching them leaving with despair, we won't ask them for staying or for return, we will understand, by the way that they want us to understand, till we will be near, a time will come, when they will miss us, when we will leave .....to a time and to a place that no one know, they will wait.....a holiday card....a paper with some lovely words, but in this time we won't be near of them, and we won't send them our lovely cards, because really we won't be able to do, just in this time they will feeling, the time is passing and our memory holds a past without forgotten, people...young...old...they was in our life, we loved them, we gave them from our hearts a place, they enjoyed it, we gave them a station in our life...two...maybe more !! we left them behind, and we traveled, we hold others people, a despair mailbox, when we know that they can't wast some few minutes to write something about us like we are doing, poor we are, we should rethink again, till we will find the true people, who really deserve our love, between silence and mute there is a death difference, be careful to don't mute the feeling of people who are around you silencely, for not disappear the love and hope around you.

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Love is when one soul lives in two hearts… I am looking for another
half of my tender and passionate soul. I want to be a dad and
a husband, I want to be a lover and a friend, I want to be your king and I want to be your slave! I want to be everything for you and
I want your love to be my universe!

I want each day for us to be a miracle… I want each kiss to be
the first one… I want us to be the happiest… I want to create the
biggest love in the world…

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