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       What I miss about love is mainly: hardly carved out: provenly reciprocated infatuation:
this sweet and new - so: good - this: yes. But: my body can do it     - to create that magical
mixture of chemicals: that fluffy rich shivering: all by itself:  even without physical proof:
or: without a live reflection: is just miraculous and magical: in this marvelous way.   :So: I
fell in love with the most beautiful woman in the world: with you Alia.     (My middle name is
Paris: the next move is yours: Aphrodite. ;-)

       In the beginning: I wanted to compare myself here:          as another great genius and
superman: with Dalí and Amanda Lear: but: I saw in google: as he sits there      - an unusable
artificial dummy - in the photo next to her: a slave of lenses and object glasses: and:      I
rejected him completely in that moment. Me too. I have resisted it for a long time:    my dear
El Salvador: because: I thought it was snobbish captiousness: it seemed to me: that:       the
first thing: which a student of Fine Arts college will do    - is condemnate you theatrically:
and then Klimt. But your things didn't touch me: except for the soft watches: not a bit:   I'm
sorry: I really tried: I also bought such a big yellow book: and:   I flipped through it for a
long time. Maybe: however: something happens: I will read some words somewhere: or:  something
will sting me: I'll notice somewhere some distracted piece: and:      everything will be again
otherwise ⥈

       It helps heavily: that: the Indians are so romantic: so childish:         saves up with
contact: and: to those beautiful women: only tucks a hair behind the ear: nor: do they want to
kiss them very much: they embrace them. I really like it - since I'm frozen in thirteen -  and
they puts her whole in that movies : such little details: to which I can add my own then  - as
she puts her feet on a small glass table - when she sits with tea in the living room:   that's
exactly what I do too.  :I sit down there: opposite her: and: talk about Salvatore and Amanda:
she looks at me and sips - another lengthy hormone: who wants to show me:  how he is different
and deadly remarkable - I keep talking: offends her a little: and then:   I gives her a gentle
bow: but: I don't look at her face in that moment: I'm talking about art and music:    telling
her something: which no one has ever told her: I'm really good at it:    I am white perceiver:
and: she takes off the band from her hair with two fingers suddenly: and:  ruffles the hair at
the back - she doesn't look into my face in that moment - Alia.