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Source   I don't want a perfect love, I only long for a real love, sincere as the dawn on my breast, That embraces my fears and knows how to love me. A love without lies that breaks the silence, that speaks

Source   I don't know about you, but I'm thinking about you, in every sigh that the night offers me, in a labyrinth of stars that surround me, where the wind whispers secrets of love. It's a unique opportunity

Source   Today I miss you, I whisper in the wind, for days the silence has been heavy, without your words, my world is a torment, absence is an echo that never ceases. Don't you want to communicate, I

Source   There is nothing more beautiful than making love to you, Under the starry blanket, Amidst the gentle breeze, Your eyes, two stars, guide my path, and in every caress, I discover your destiny.

Source   I didn't believe in soul mates, nor in destinies traced by stars, but he came, breaking the silence, like a whisper that defies time. A caress can be felt on the skin, even if distance separates

Source @& Today I want to talk about love, but not of passing loves, nor of whispers of the wind, nor of hugs that go away like fog, who gets lost in the mist of time. I want to talk about eternal

Source   We look at each other like strangers, like shadows on the sand, two souls that had danced under full moonlight. Memories float in the air, whispers of what was, like fading stars, I miss you without

Source   My soul aches, a muffled cry in my chest, like the echo of your footsteps that silently move away. The wind brings your absence, caresses me with sleeplessness, whispers in the shadows, in a cold

Source   There are past and present loves, whispers of a time that is not forgotten, with laughter and tears overflowing, experiences that the heart nestles in. Passing loves, fleeting glimpses, like stars

Source   I rummage through the boot of memories, empty, Missing piece of a puzzle. A hole in my chest has left me. Sleepwalking through delusions, My life chained to a chimera. I must shed this madness.

Source   A cloudy morning, reminds me of you, the grey sky draws shadows on my being. It's a dull morning, cold as the sea, where the waves whisper what I can't forget. It reminds me when I woke up in

Source   I got used to you, To your soft words, To your verses that are reborn, Like flowers in the sun, On the gentle days. To your conversational moments, Where time stands still, In the dance of your

Source   Sometimes I am a hurricane, sometimes a gentle breeze, I am a serene sea and also a fierce wave, an empty sunset, night with light. Strong as a centennial tree I feel, but sometimes a wisp, a

Source   I need to forget to live, the shadows of the past, a cloak to follow. Memories squeeze my soul are chains that bind me to you I need to forget to live, but I can't forget you, I can't, I have

Source   When it is love, there is no condemnation but the whisper of the wind at play, there is no sin in sincere glances, nor sentences that stop the whole hours. There is no guillotine to cut the way,

Source &nbsp: Life, tell me why you are so different in every being that in you breathes you, present! Sometimes you show yourself human, sweetly tender, like a gentle embrace to the soul that governs.

Source   People are made of dreams, like stars twinkling in the night, little threads of hope, little songs, weaving our souls in a great waste. Of light, we carry laughter and hugs, sparkles that illuminate

Source   Memories that like shadows of a yesterday that won't return, they stick deep in the chest, like thorns of sadness. Your hands that ran over my reliefs with passion, drew on my skin a map of reason.

Source   My hands long to feel your skin, like the sea embraces the golden sand, in this corner where time stands still, I wait for you, my love, though the night is heavy. Come and dispel the fog of oblivion,

Source   Love, word written on the side of the heart, in soft whispers whispers reason. It is an echo in the breeze, a song of the soul, a fire that burns, that always calms us. Under the nostalgia of