His image of the same with the first. He stood upright in stubborn of the walk-ons around him. He understood them as they understood him. He knows. The fertile trees are clobbering. He became a reference and he will be haunting the copies. Being unknown himself, he won strangers. A rare human charisma . He also reunited those who were easily self-defamed, victims of an image covered by a mask. Masculine. The word dresses man and not his gender. The attitude of life that you are pleased to meet.

Not looking for the signs. No sound symphonies tied with desire. Dawn under the same sky.

You dedicate time looking at her. You never gain the image. You ask for more. She. Gave you an "I love you".

Like those summer days when you dive into the sea. You take your head out of the water. You smell watermelon. The picture sticks like a decal in in your mind. The fragrance remains. Thus. As you remember your great love.You are.

You finish a book. A caressing expense. You feel brave. You had patience. You loved words. You made a story. You made yourself pleased. Thirsty to see in its eyes. Your words.

Time passes. Unimportant hours. Her words are sparkling . They light up a target. Not to be lost. Following the route to find yourself near her.

You keep. You do not ask to take. You look around you. You know, but you do not care. You're ready to climb uphill. Once more, It's not the last one. You forgot to rejoice. Not to love.

You unwrap your gift. Some day. You keep your breath. You wait. For her kiss.

Your banner to your soul inside is waving. You care. Not for the sky to be cloudy there. You can fill up with blue the most beautiful image..

Side by side. You share. You let yourself for her to lean on you. You wonder. How time flies without her.