Our life

What a stranger! Still do not be like you call, and nevertheless, I know that some day you will appear, he undresses, and you will deform the space, making me fall down in you. Intense gravity.
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 And nevertheless. Or rather, probably. Mystery. It is a part of the illusion and the dreams to accept his capricious nature.
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 Meanwhile, spring, the Sun and a bumblebee that plays in the flowers of my sill distract me, leave me absorbed and lost in the music. The names with those who insurance did not baptize you do not manage to stop. I walk, reciting Benedetti:
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 The great prowess
 The best exploit
 Of the memory
 It is to forget everything
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 And I think, am here to be happy.