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Sometimes it is also worth dreaming.
Love is the greatest adventure, a trip over themselves without fear of losing the way back ...
And I basically think that's wrong with dreaming??
Tomorrow is another day for me and for you ... in reality it is true, I still have not you ever say, but I'm falling in love .......
And while I wait, I share with you the moments when I know that you know and understand me, you will know what I think and above all: to protect me and you know you know believe in him that I should give you any explanation.

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choose.

Choose to feel good and maybe wrong, but still feel good.

Felice, his legs trembling, the heart pounding, my hands wet, darkened mind ata.

The desire that flows in his veins. When our two bodies come together and find myself like that, he wrapped me up, patient, tough, demanding. Rummaging through his eyes that my inner yearning of my soul.

we are, combined, blended, and so lost in an instant, the sense of where they end up in his hands and start my own, of how to loosen the body, sweating and stolen by thousands of screaming and panting.

His thought, made my second which I would not have been aware of the situation nor I would, therefore, fully accepted.

I only know that if they are here, if you always think of him, if he is now a part of me, if I continue to be evidence that I immediately faced with courage: there is a reason, to satisfy him, make him really happy, proud of its majestic influence that makes me his mistress.

Her love you ... take her, grab her soul, body and especially the mind: make me a slave voluntarily this attraction, this love, this endless game.

I chose a long time ago: YES, I WANT TO BE HER!

we might look at all the evidence that will, I will always be ready, because I belong to, and as such: I'll be everything you want me to be.

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• him: "chilly the bench eh?"
• Me: "What happened this morning??"

When forced to hear him begin to understand whistles for flasks ...

• him: "You have beautiful eyes"
• Me: "Oh, just those??"
• Him: "No, come on, even the breast!"

Ride.

When forced to realize How long it fascinating ...

time to leave approaches. Curse the minutes always run too fast, like a truck to 120 per hour!

M'avvicino to greet him innocently ... but I do not have time to give him her cheek that clings to my lips, furiously ripping me a kiss 60 years ..

Sometimes, the only thing that really cares about something

the only thing that we know not resist

is the only thing we can not do without.

In recent days, have stirred vehement criticism of me to drag my figure at the injustice of the situation.
reprehensible act, but the stereotypical person from which such vituberanze come.
Some know the extent of their revenge.

Others find they can forgive, without rinpianti of doing it ...

I look for my answer, the only question that torments me.

until I find what I seek,

long as he remains with the dilemma of things unexplained,

not stop living, I will not stop searching.

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At the end of the call, there were so many words that came to mind, so many questions, but I already knew the answers of wanting to do.

So many, so many that I remembered a while, but only after the "feel" and the LCD display the sentence: "Call disconnected".

One of the many I flashed in his head: WHY '?

Memories are cards that must be carefully cataloged, stored in the big picture of the losers, the losers and also lost. In the middle of that path, including trees and forests to avoid potholes and car repair. But in the end he took the path that led him to the easiest way, so it was easier for her life. But the thoughts, when by 'importance, they sound like bells and weigh like boulders. The truth destroys to make happy when is just another. I know this well.

I spend most days in the dull conviction that nothing happens by chance, that even though he's gone one day he will realize his mistake and repent if they have to do the same mistakes.

the end what remains is the mute silence. Yours, mine. Then ìimprovviso desire that animates my senses when it should not, that moves the dunes of my imagination in those sinuous forms that my body just gives my hands. Caress that dream, do it my own, a strong cry that erupts aftermath of a new day, made up of new desires, such as this. Please bursts in and takes up to devour the soul, but I hold firm, docile about a very thin and sad reality: it belongs to me ...

Love, is made of desire, passion, desire, hands that chase, hateful words that are screaming and then crying, endless tears. But it must also form of complacency, feeling really full, satisfied, no ifs no buts. To be filled, until feeling satiated and want nothing more than that.

the end ... He was never really satisfied with anything. Perhaps change should not be others, perhaps to change to be only his ego.

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I love When I just reach up and draw your hands wet from hiking trails of silk sail
... You are chills ...

... You are emotions ...
... You are magic. ..

I can hear you . I feel you always, even When you're gone ... you're inside me .

I love when I just reach up and draw your hands wet from hiking trails of silk sail
chills ... You are ...
... You are emotions ...
... You are magic ...
can hear you. I feel you always, even when you're gone ... you're inside me.

To you, dear new me. S.
If you can ... ... ...
If you can, love !
If you can , take advantage of every moment to be with him .
If you can not forget anything to say .
If you can, as long as you make love with him every minute to serve
  show him you're there ... you love .

  ... If you can , tell him you love him without giving anything for granted.
If you can ...
Just do it !
Time waits for us , we might wake up one day and
  not realize that ... ... ...
Now it's late !

To you, dear new me. S.

If you can ... ... ...

If you can, love!

If you can, take advantage of every moment to be with him.
If you can not forget anything to say.
If you can, make love with him every minute until
serves to show him you're there ... you love.
... If you can, tell him you love him without giving anything for granted.
If you can ...
Just do it!
Time waits for us, we might wake up one day and realize that not
... ... ...

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I was kindly asked to write something in English, as part of my audience comes from the USA, England, and even Tokyo, Australia, Switzerland, etc ... Actually, I always wanted to increase my high culture to a language is so widespread and known as English. So I thank my fans, who (with lots of patience), each time everything from Italian to translate their language. Simplify your life with them, writing from time to time some of my thoughts in English.

  I have found to be a tempter. Only with a look, I managed to pick up sensations and feelings to those who wanted. As the grip of a time overseas, I even push the voice and thought, that border crossing that leads to ecstasy, the greed, lust. Someone can not do without me. Any one else has, broadly speaking, to be out of my life. But sometimes, my only desire is to be interpreted as you see fit, as my nature intended.

So one day I know, who I now want only rarely and only when it suits them to get what he wants and knows he can get, I know that one day this man will say (just me): "At the end of two years have passed, but still I try and think about it. What I miss about her? I miss especially the future. In the sense that I miss all the things that still do not know and would like to find her. I miss it what we could live together. " It 's always stronger than me ... It always has been. Because he had only one word to hurt me. In fact, even less: a word unsaid, a silence, a pause. A glance elsewhere. I could scream and squirm for hours, go to the injuries, while he had only to lie down for a little grimace, made a corner of the lip. Over time I realized that this is also the love, the most reprehensible time in every way and you turn up to lose his breath, before the person who should fill you with joy. So I found out how you can become brittle and form their own character, make him less docile and more demanding. What should bow to the floor only wrinkles that appear on the face, forms of happiness that you flashed in his head, the sign that love, the real one, as is done with tears, with as much joy.

Eventually I want to live like a 60 year old movie ...

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Last night I had a dream intriguing, beautiful, deep, sensual, love, passion, desire ...

The reality is that, yes, I need myself a drawer full of tools, to repair to a reality that sometimes goes to pieces.

- "This distance is tightrope spasm .... This spell that steals, that unites us and divides us ... In vice of a pleasure, love, for us ... ENDLESS! Greetings ..... Monster ... "

So I understand.

It's been so long since I fall asleep happy.

On this day (Valentine) waves sweethearts were held your hand, there has been surprised or have received, maybe some have left, others were put together in this very day. Others promote the promise of year-end making love and hoping to never stop doing so (but the love with the same person? I wonder ...).

Surely there are those who hath been exchanged promises, oaths also, some day you will be married, others have signed up for a divorce. At the end there are those who have said: "I'll love you forever" and who "Stop, I do not want to fall in love." (For you friend to the party is the party of 15 but not a horned case of single party ..... what a strange coincidence mmmhhh !!!).

But in the end love is? It is nothing but a ride of emotions, conflicting, devastating, so clever of those emotions and judgments by the wind, with the assurance that if the only thing that will end remains is: the memory.

Those good times "after", when it is over, groped will do anything to forget.

But then you should stop loving memories of fear then?
Someone said:

- "I learned that the tears will help to grow. What memories do not fade ever. That the words in the wind hurt.

I learned more from that and get less. What ignore the facts does not change the facts. That the gaps can not always be filled. What great things you can see the little things. That the wheel spins, but now when you do not care anymore. That, nonostate all this, you never stop learning. "
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take advantage of my coma-like state due to a broncho-pulmonary-turbo-mega pleuro-intolerant-spastic-allergy-lovers' holiday, to publish a post "Easy Way", which concerns a little research I have developed for you who love reading modern but also ancient.

Say a cross between a manifestation of narcissism and a great test of courage that shows the results of what I wanted to actually find and report on my diary.
To the delight of all my readers single and in love (so I know you read too) here's to you:

For the ancient Romans considered February was the month in which you are preparing the arrival of spring (believed to be the season of rebirth).
It began, therefore, the rites of purification: the houses were clean and there is sprinkled salt and a special meal. Towards the middle of the month began the celebration of Lupercalia (gods that kept the wolves away from cultivated fields). The
Luperi, the order of priests involved in this cult, went to the cave where, according to legend, the wolf had nursed Romulus and Remus, and here were making propitiatory sacrifices. The blood of animals was then poured through the streets of the city as a sign of fertility. The real "event" for the Roman youth at the time, however, was a kind of "fishing" of love.

In practice, the names of women and men (who adored this God) were placed in an urn and properly mixed, then a child chose at random a few couples who have lived for a year in intimacy so that the fertility rite was over. The next year would then be started again with other couples. In 496 AD Pope Gelasius canceled this pagan festival and replaced it with that of Bishop Valentine, who was martyred by Emperor Claudius II as united in marriage to young couples for whom the emperor had refused consent.
Before his execution, Valentine who fell in love with the daughter of his jailer, he wrote a last letter by signing it "from your Valentine " phrase that has come to our days.
Despite many centuries past, this festival has always maintained a sense of celebrating true love.

Reflection: time to decide if the love was not a naked man with wings and bow and arrows, but to unite in love was an urn with the notes, it was perhaps due to the fact that at that time had already figured that finding a soul mate was a business so difficult that it was almost easier to make the jackpot the lottery? Maybe the jackpot dry. Maybe a 6 to supernelotto ... however, little worth. Today the important thing is to wish all the couples (happy and not happy) to have spent a wonderful Valentine no intention of celebrate. Celebrating. Instead, all united in the days that pass between them.

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... one day you told me "do not do the child"
and you gave me your maturity
today and told me "you're the perfect woman for me"
and I are giving away your years to come ...

This week we reflected on how much we have changed from when we are trying to unite our lives.
It 's true, with you is different. Unlike before, different from all other mainly by the past.

But the discomfort, difficulties and pains of my past, must be just memories left behind.

Inside to love, to any love, can not be there moments "heavy".
Sooner or later they come, but the tests by which we measure the love and ourselves.

So you know, I like to put here all my thoughts, my every moment. Too easy to write only of the joy that flows through you, and it is unstoppable.

It 's more difficult to speak of a pain, because the one you want to take more distance.

But believe me, it's been in our times I met your hard heart. Really. Deeply. I felt close to the smell of pain, but I also heard your arms and hold me close.

It is not easy to live, this love of ours, and I do not speak of the distance (nonexistent), you know, but really we arrived too late in the lives of each other, in spite of this we for both, for us who believe that true, because the will to live I feel, I feel my will but yours too.

I have said many things during this time, but I'm about to tell you, even if you heard from me a thousand times, is the most important thing, and I know you know understand perfectly:

The only thing that makes me sad right now and I miss it: THE COURAGE!

It 's true I do not live well this story, I do not live well on that day that will come with joy and happiness, because I lack the courage to let go, to fall and not know me evil, for you will be there ready to take your arms or wounds or cure me fly with me.

So today I decided I want to love you for what you are, to make you happy, to erase from your face that look sad, worried, when you see the obstacles along the way that will not let you go fast.

This is why I jump through hoops to get next, to give you that smile that greeted me from the first day I saw you and you've decided that I was the right one. You're allowed to grow in me the hope to see you every day, the need to color my thoughts with memories of you in every moment of my life.

Because the truth, love, is you, only you, can you make me feel female you can make me a woman, can you make me want to be in YOUR!

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S the mistake to confuse. You click on experiences.

sevono Sometimes, however, not words, just the obvious.
The obvious who was there (and who has always believed in being).
Who still is (and who should be there after what has made me go )
Who never will be (Despite what I gave him).

The nice thing is, when you see us in times of trouble you can get the alone.

So, on this day, I realized that becoming a mature person also means exercising the power to send fuck who says: "Call me when you need it."

So, just wait one more day to hug and thank those who every day there really is. Although time is never enough, even though the world is against us, even though it feels cold to the skin but our hearts just by being together, know how to warm up.

H discovered how to take drugs or an idiot, a fake sheep, a wolf disguised as well, an overgrown little boy who becomes' called man.
And I discovered what a beautiful person may have physical imperfections that make it really special.

was a mystery to me that now hath been revealed. Forgive me if you found me unprepared surprise after months and we can breathe, but I looked beyond the physical aspect, I could hear what your saying words, singing, to my heart. Words of love. And I feel

want to come back as I was at one time but rather improved ... In a strange form of sensuality and maturity that should make you turn your head to lead to a desire to stop: just to stay by my side.

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