A tear is much more than tears or laughter, the joy or pain or impotence.
is an ocean of feeling compressed perfume an emotion packed in essence, is to embrace a caress, is the prologue of a book, or its outcome, the last images of a shipwreck and the first ray of sun on a morning that you want to start, it's all still to be within a drop, it's a timely coincidence, is to feel that reading is listening and writing is that it is to guess a smile behind a face, is a kiss on the eyelids, is old thinking about the future and remembering the age even past is to be born and let die, is undone, as a sign of humanity and is ultimately mean more than you can.
why I got them a tear, which went well, without asking Laura, Florence, Marco Fabio and knowing that there are many more (Bibi, Oscar), who seem to have the same names for them. ---------------
really should have told the seven odd hours I spent with Sherita and Caterpillar, but I thought it would be very obvious. Just say it was one of those moments when you want the time were circular to repeat again and again. Anyway, almost imaginary tear appeared to relive those moments and put them next to those where an old lined box, stored in high memory where are stored the most precious things.
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