FAR AWAY LOVE distance is memories, mine, yours, ours. Remembrances of black and white images, that your only presence can change it, or perhaps the sweet sound of your voice that resonates when ringing bells of a beautiful clear and diaphanous morning of my existence. Of course, light, luminance, outbursts of extended memories in my being that evokes you ... I wait for you, do not miss the appointment of our destination, come to my dock.
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