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Dedication ...

Dedicated to all those who can understand ...
an unfinished love ...
takes the pit of my stomach, mind, heart ...
this beautifully poignant music of Life.

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If I had the embroidered cloth of heaven,

woven gold and silver and light,

the light colored drapes and dark

of day and night by means of sunrise and sunset colors,

spread the cloths under your feet:

instead, being poor, have only my dreams;

and have spread my dreams under your feet;

walking plan, because you tread on my dreams.

William Butler Yeats, from "The Wind among the reeds", 1899

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That love is all that exists

This is what we know of Love;

It is enough, its weight is

Same groove that leaves the heart.

(Emily Dickinson)

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There is the scent of a rose that shines

when I caress your warm hand ...
you hair cascading

losing myself in the ocean of your eyes
and I can not restrain my desire

of touching the body
with words of love

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We are just ...

We are alone, alone with fear,
another is the only support,
every word is like a forest
on our journey.
The will is only the wind that pushes us
, swirls and pressing,
ourselves siamola nostalgia in bloom.

(Rainer Maria Rilke)

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My thoughts come ...

My thoughts arise and fade away in solitude, he would like to clothe the

melts away as the moonlight in
radius of the morning, stretching:
were as beautiful as they were decided,
streaked the night sky like a fabric of pearls!

(Percy Bysshe Shelley)

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The butterfly does not count the years

but the moments

so his short time

's enough.

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Your eyes ...

My heart, bird of the desert

He found his heaven in your eyes.

They are the cradle of the morning,

they are the realm of the stars.

(Tagore)