or too light by his flight
of our honest hour
with the roots of love
with his shooting glove
from the deepest part
of your aiming soul
beautiful melancholy and the infinite sadness.im touched.thank you.xoi miss him very very much.i hope he can feel it.
the miss he misses is an infinite mystery(in french we call her Miss Terre)
it is stupifying!so honest and white like just before the sunrise and so elegant and dark like a concert before death! You are magic. ps I love also the picture!!
thank you anonymous Margheritayou are so magic too (i know that, i saw you)and we are a lot nowto be magic at ALLof fame
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