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Dec 2014
They meet on a little river on the web,
And choose the friendship of the earth and the moon.
The fragrance of his smiles, become theirs frontiers.

One day, the young discovered his friend as a poet and the words he used, were a tender ribbon of pure love.

May be  was too young for that encounter,
But not at all, he is brave on his heart.

Nobody knows why, he does not recognize those songs and poems existed for him.

Even, their first encounter was seven hundred of years ago on Granada, Spain.

Today, as usual, in a lovely and happy day, another time to time encounter come.

But no, is not.
Each of them ignored, theirs worlds will not be the same,
After such a day and after this last encounter....
oscarlevi
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oscarlevi  55/M/Saint Paul,MN
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