Love is a black night in which we have no guide, a disease that makes us taste pain like wine, an ugly beast that we dream to kiss, a too much heaven that we always make sure not miss.
Need is a fire that no water can hold, a mad man that no man can make its head cold, an exquisite portion of death.
Good luck and Good night
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
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Beautiful
:)
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