Being my friend
Thank you very much, my friend. THANK YOU for
...
your presence in the most beautiful moments of joy
and difficult too.
Thanks for the smile and the lightness that you were able to m'insuffler
alleviate the tragedies, melodramas or my
. Thanks for this smoothness
understanding,
of this intelligence very feminine guess
behind a word, a look, a ride a little stronger on my forehead suddenly darker. Thanks for
never found my life's vagaries, his misfortunes,
the galleys,
chasms (maybe not so deep),
mountains (barely valleys)
while many others do I have not spared their opinions
if "enlightened"
I have not yet followed, leaving them the recipe was so good it
,
for their own Apple, in case "it" happen to them.
Thank you, Belle V.,
for staying on our path,
and always greeted me with any
opening a big heart can give.
It's so unusual, you know?
This is the chance of life than to find a date by a non-random person like you.
A star, a ray of sunshine, a tear, a silent cry too painful.
You're all that,
adorned with the colors of the rainbow of life, all in shadow and light. You
you're alive, V.
Life is so full of people who died inside ... They drag their biological body not radiate any color, they are tasteless, bland, and I'm still sad. Humanity has lost it or has it always been done?
Thanks dear, so dear V.
To be there.
Whatever happens.
I kiss you hard.
I am moved by all that mailer you tonight. Like that. A little while bulk.
You are a miracle of evidence on my way, and I must honor the universe for allowing me to meet you.
Was it therefore expect this so great day for me to tell you all this? Or simply the poem you sent me has been like the little key that would open the box where I keep preciously loved ones, but .. sometimes forgets to take out the words of affection that I keep with them?
Beautiful and sweet evening to you V. Baci
family. The
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