GHOSTS
ghosts say that they love, among other things, through walls and move objects from one place to another.
utterly false.
What really fascinates the ghost is walking at night in the parks, once closed, looking for the love of couples lie, vulgar and funny and brave, not just clothes that light, the light underground the moon, drawn in the eyes of those who are about to kiss against this huge oak hidden.
When they find the love of others, the ghosts come to it and climb, one by one, all the words that come up from the heart one and down to the heart of another, giving a tingling in every piece of skin trembling.
then adorn all tenderly, humbly, the final assault on your eyes closed like a trap to not know what inalienable lascivious images. And I have to say that each of these ghosts can imagine dancing with a set of legs invisible, between the two lovers and two beautiful waving flags and giving peace as if the very end of the world.
And do not know who these lovers at times seem lost in a mountain gods. Then the ghosts
remember how happy you were once again the flavor and taste of the air at midnight and will take the pulse of cool summers, when everything seems to already understand the pain and it never will. But not sad.
Why do not I do not know. What is the cause of much value, none can tell.
That's right: the ghosts only fear one thing, the fear of living that moment they steal a kiss precious long, which set their lips like two sad memories under the white moon as well as the canvas of a ring early morning.
later disappear as if nothing out with them. And the ghosts laughing in spite of everything because they still believe in love.
And they seem to be happy even if nobody sees them.
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