I like the game between your hand movements, the cigar and the smoke coming out of your mouth. I could spend hours watching him while I can think of the next story.
I like to hear if you jump from one stretch and from time to time without even realizing it. I could spend all night listening to as you become the cornerstone of the next story.
I like being witness to contradict the world to impose your criteria. I like to understand you as a question and even more as a response. I like your mood swings for no reason, your words and your smile unforgettable appropriate.
I like to turn the eyes and know that every morning and every evening you are there lost in your world of images and shapes. Like when you fly beyond the blue, beyond the red, yellow and beyond reinvent the spectrum of colors on a canvas plasmas and end up doing what you want.
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