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I like: dissolve into space, when you stand in the middle of the endless desert and feel the heartbeat, when compress in her hand a tennis ball before serving, forget about the time a quiet Sunday morning in the street when the sun gently hugs you, walk in the old cities and carry out his hand on the grating fences, feel as flowing silk dress on the body and the breath of a horse in a cool, autumn forest, to sleep in the morning and at night overstay over watching a good movie, think about the meaning of life . . . and dance the night away, wrapped in a perfume with notes of amber . . .
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