IRC-Galleria

I'm not one of the angels of love I do not have the light of something I do not have a magic wand to Ojbarak to love a man, but I do not have a slender sense of what is owned by someone else than money or prestige, but I own a heart if it splattered into millions of pieces of each piece screamed love...♥♥

This is the era of Sorrows .. If you like you're crazy .. and if you hated man .. Love him two names either devotion or oblivion .. or that you love and humiliated.
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At some time fate puts in our way people change their lives.....

Open your heart to the person who gives you do not ask how or how or who or why or what return. He carries on his back all your worries and calls you by the same shares the dreams and ambitions no matter how far-fetched. He takes his smile and painted on your face. the eyes read before your tongue. While all of the people believe you are lying to you. Jealous of a tear that touched cheeks .. guides you to get lost. It makes his ears shelter for your anger and your sorrows to his heart graves. Afraid you'll feel lonely with someone else. It does not make you wanting him he is always by your side. Sees a great and able when you see yourself as a failure .. hardens when you harden yourself.