I can not explain it to begin to explain it and leaving a bit of understanding, of being inside, so close. Stop and sit down, do word, ink, and become the wrong side. Although I suppose it's inevitable, by the false hope (and you know that fake, so do not understand follow) that will last a little longer, to fix, to leave quietly. Watching him dance, turn, turn, knowing he is at an infinite fair you do not know, maybe that almost nobody knows. Knowing he is there and that is not there. Watching him dance and forget the body, and remember just because there is something hot that you burn on the cheek and lower you to his lips and feel the taste of salt as if it were the first taste of the earth. It is impossible to explain. Explaining it is almost a lie, deny the beauty of the rite. But how to keep within the target of folding clothes in the air, almost starting the flight. How is it possible to have seen and felt the salt, the music heard in the pores, and get to bed until you have tried before to make even last a little, do not forget the peace of the dance, you knew clearly that the side of their eyes, sometimes getting confused with yours.
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