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Jun 2015
I know him better than I know myself.
If you asked me to describe him to you I would start with his eyes, deep and intense.
I'd talk about his crooked mouth that is his attempt to smile.
I could describe to you his shadow under every angle of the sun if you asked.
And I could tell him how much I love him, if he asked.
Luisa bernabó
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Luisa bernabó  Rome
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