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Aug 2013
Only passion aspires perfection
Love, knows perfectly the ups and downs.
It loves at the vísceras of death
And at the pinnacles of happiness.

It´s soft at the valley
Where waters made its way through
And insuperable for men to fight against.
Maybe Love doesn't aspires perfection, Love is perfection
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