Watching he was the angel- frightens birds, when they gave to desire of kiss you everything me, but I said myself immediately than you did not deserve it, that was abominable and crawling like notes of your weeping when late it tells you had given that I needed and you became damage without my kisses before prohibited, the antisense of the things that is not another thing that the inverse and gallant reflection of which when dissociating our minds and our bodies, it is. Like when it wished touch you and soon it hated you to my way to be so humanly delicious, while it thought about somebody more, in Etka, Sadja, my true creations and without sense of the time, they accompanied to me since they do it after which it does not extend.

Now you are not to my side perhaps perhaps and your chest like before feels like to me, already I was satiated to surprise it to, return to me this night the desire, but I do not know it I am, sweating in the antisense of which your fiancè will think when he knows that with me you learned to make the love, and not only one time, in without sense that has all this of head now, while somebody hopes to me and it waits in house the marriage to you that I do not know if you follow arranged to set, later of ours.

That is the antisense that I see him the things when you do not return being the same one, knowing different, being sexually plus which of him... now who you say to me we go away, I will go away again with you and I will deal with not crying when you go away single and cannot to reach you, because you will leave first and I want so much already to you, as to marry with you and even so to stop my plans of life, in this non sense of which I do not know I will do without you. I wait for someday you understand it, because I have not obtained it.