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It’s all relative
_it’s funny when you think about it.
_What’s that?
_We’ve been together for so long...
_I know
_But in comparison to how long these stars have been there,it’s like we’re young lovers again.
_.... I still feel like we’re young lovers.
_I love you.
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as said just before, your stars make me stop in awe every time I see them! you make it seem so real, gosh <3
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Hi!
I don't know to write in english very well, but I want to show you what I write about your ilustrations... 
I believe in love, believe in many shapes, sizes, time, colors...
It is in the way of looking, the kiss, the embrace, in the attention ...
Whe dont give the attention to love, what a pity, because we are losing the winding and rough ways of life
Without love - there is no life!
So we live beaked, afraid, sad, not wanting to lose (invest) time on the other.
And we curled up with us - political, criticism, violence, slander, negligence - ah, there are so many worries of life!
And love, tell me, where is it?
It is an illusion of the romantic, of sleepwalkers, the wind heads, who can spend time with him?
Blessed Love! What a mess our lives, it makes us smile for nothing - and cry too - no matter! I want to love, crazy and descompensadamente ...
But that is reciprocal, synchronic, blessed by anyone ... What is love! Imperfect, crooked, fragrant, tender, pornographic - that my sleep is better - That my insomnia is by living it soon. I believe in love, even after so much pain, because I have healed ...
Em português
Eu acredito no amor, acredito nas diversas formas, tamanhos, tempo, cores…
Ele está no jeito de olhar, no beijo, no abraço, na atenção…
Há muito não dão a devida atenção ao amor, que pena, pois estamos nos perdendo pelos caminhos tortuosos e esburacados da vida
Sem amor – não há vida!
Por isso vivemos bicudos, com medo, tristes, sem querer perder (investir) tempo no outro.
E nos enrolamos com – políticas, críticas, violências, maledicências, negligências – ah, são tantas as preocupações da vida!
E o amor, me diz, onde ele está?
É ilusão dos românticos, dos sonâmbulos, dos cabeças de vento, quem pode perder tempo com ele?
Bendito Amor! Que bagunça nossa vida, nos faz sorrir à toa – e chorar também – não importa! Quero amar, louca e descompensadamente…
Mas que seja recíproco, sincrônico, abençoado seja por quem for… Que seja amor!
Imperfeito, torto, cheiroso, carinhoso, pornográfico – Que meu sono seja melhor – Que minha insônia seja por vivê-lo com prazer.
Eu acredito no amor, mesmo depois de tanta dor, porque já me curei…
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Your writing is beautiful! Like a diamond cutter, you bring for the sparkle and show us all the beautiful facets of love. Thank you so much for sharing your heart, soul and love with us all. And the phrase "wind heads"... I adore this! It is going into my everyday language today. Blessings and love...
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Nice writing... very beautiful sentiment.
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i love the soft, calming, and dark colors in this one
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I love the mood in this. My favourite since the Father Daughter Dance (the best I've seen). ❤️
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The magical moment of being together with the one you love.
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