than the nature of her eyes.
I love you in the fine cold of my
night solitude.
Bring me the love.
Everything is in me ... everything
this one.
In my beyond thinking
normal.
I love nature so much
as I love myself.
And when looking at the horizon
I remember and see the
eyes that I love so much.
How can I not say, "I love you".
When I find myself in arms
open. Before the pure and beautiful
immensity. With my loneliness. - Tiago Amaral
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