quarta-feira, 27 de julho de 2011

hands clasped:

Feel that we matter to someone,
feel life is simply the dream,
especially if that someone
is important to us.

My love, we stroll through the fields,
seas, flower gardens,
Finally, let's hold hands, and this contact,
feel the different emotions
transmitted by our hearts.

We need to dream dreams to live,
it is through them that we perform in life,
you feel the brightness of stars,
and even begin to count them ...

The moon is more beautiful, because he perceives that in our hearts,
love blooms.
Each flower seems to have more life,
the sun brightens our faces, trying to show the nature,
how good it is LOVE!

In these green meadows, we'll sit beneath the flowery Ipe,
admire the wild flowers and feel that there is silence.
There has always been in the fields, giving rise
the sounds that nature sends,
birdsong, the rustle of the trees ...

We still hold hands, you reap a small
wildflower
and put in my hair.
So I feel that love exists,
God is there with us, and how beautiful it is LOVE .

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