Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly

sábado, 3 de abril de 2010

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way.

Neruda, P.

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