Hace mucho que no soñaba contigo, que no encontraba paz en ese aroma que aún recuerdo, hace mucho que no extrañaba tus historias ni tus ojos contándome otras más. Soñarte no me lleva a tocar de nuevo tu piel o a sentarme frente a ti a escucharte mientras aprendo de vinos, de lejos me acerca a tus labios, pero me da gusto despertar así y saber que aunque estamos lejos aún vives en un pedacito de mi...
It was a moan, it was her breathing. It was the end of innocence. It was not only the curiosity of the time, it was the hidden feeling behind. It was just a kiss, why not? It was just the fifth bottle of champagne. The good times need the best liquor. It was then just a try. Just her hand in her hand, it was just a witness surprised. It was just a moment to stop, it was just a time to look at the eyes. It was then the next song, it was a weird time. It was another kiss in the eyes. It was dancing together, it was falling behind. It was just another kiss, then another one. It was that electric feeling, knowing that something is going to end bad. It was just the delicacy of the moment, it was just a time. It was not passionate or wild, it was curiosity and discovery chance. It was touching here a...
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