Sinceramente non ho mai sentito il bisogno della primavera, non è la mia stagione preferita e neppure "un periodo della vita" che mi affascina; dicono porti novità, serenità and quiet, but I always found the opposite.
And now I'm here, I think with a smile:
"But when you come?"
I want to trap and keep your smile forever in a sharp picture and bright, but I would not care if he moved, first of all I know you're on the subject, and that's what counts.
because I want to photograph every detail is important for me, I remember all the words are not enough, how do you write too many and you know it, but I do not blame you.
I want to listen to you "You are " and fall into tears, pretend you do not have eyes, and I wish you knew it and what you would have never done.
Maybe I want too many things, only images, futile dreams ...
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