You'll stop me. Those parents:« Baby, it's all over.
Mabydinna made us miserable.
Maybe we'll get our fates together one day after I've played the meeting.
If you deny it, don't say anything, luck will.»
Away from Thinking if we're walking or not let's refresh the sense of love and ask the spontaneous simple question of how they were, then they were loved, gathering them for some time, beating the heart, maybe for years to open their doors, then failing without a date to revive the greatest sense that one might have ever had in life or not, a sense that is hard to hold in words. A feeling he doesn't know, and he's only feeling loved. It's pure virgin love to relate to our human instincts.
The most beautiful feeling you've ever had in life, or not in a sense that's hard to hold in words.
The love of the soul to the soul if the expression is to be fixed, a love that doesn't know the materialities of the relationship between any two sides. Love like birds when they sing in the most beautiful voices only because they feel free to start in space. It's the spring of flowers for strangers.
And the Sunset, the miracle of its time, and all the ages, or the Clothum. …
Incidentally.
After all this feeling doesn't go on. And if you happen to meet the accident, they're strangers who don't know each other. Any bitter taste they both feel... is the feeling inside of them so that they deny they were, and then they can't be a secret or evaporate that easily.
I started. The words of this song in words are, in fact, the end of the beginning, "I'm not happy, where the hoa was in the fantasy, no matter how far the relationship between two sides is." It lasts or doesn't keep love a unique sense that touches the heart, even once in a lifetime.
Fatima Abdulgil
Radio and Egyptian writer
Long lived in the United States of America.
After working on youth and sports radio
Literacy in Lady and Crescent House magazine.
