Lesbianism is a being that moves me like the air I breathe. What are the trees but the joy that life bestows? Trees are when I wake up. The trees will point my finger. I sing, love, I sing everything I can from the beginning until the end of my day. Lesbianism, as a silhouette of air, blizzard flexible like water, takes off his bandages, strips off his clothes, everything and he can, to love in the ice cream endless night. I love you, my heart sunflower. I love the beauty perched on the bodies that I see, that leaving them inert bodies. I love the beauty unfathomable that goes through you and you have the verses that I write, in each of your words, I love the beauty that turns on every star at night, a beauty that suddenly falls on me spilling over everything look. In Thine is the beauty center, in the center of the universe stands immortal beauty. Lesbianism torn robes of beauty, undressing. "It could be something else in these lips, who stutter without a word, about the implacable devours name in ecstasy? Oh, no ... I do not say anything, close your eyes and Vanish.
Lesbianism is as beautiful as classical music when I transferred. How not to give in to the music, which I love as a noble creature every time I disrupts the senses of a sudden? Magnanimous creature, you insist there, between the high mountains to whip your immeasurable love. You exhaust yourself contemplating the immense sky when love, simple, out of position all your senses. Love you live, the spirit and inflamándote sorbiéndote life.
trees flying forever. The trees explode in rage when viewed.
Lesbianism is volitional in sunflower seeds hidden. As the air is clear of the quarries, leaving them in whiteness.
Gastañeta By Sofia Tudela.
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