📚🧡* My days are caressed by the memories of those days *🧡📖 +04

📚🧡* My days are caressed by the memories of those days *🧡📖

🌹🧡I would like to be the breeze that caresses your amber skin, to savor all the ardor of your beautiful woman.I would like to live in a ray of sunshine to touch you softly, filter through the closed shutters

of your heart and awaken it with

all my love to make the dance fly.

If on a clear night you see the sad face of the moon, know that

it is she who listens to my most intimate torments.If you are still

not sure of my love, look into my eyes,look at my dull look, sad

at the thought of not being able

to have you; keep me close to you, listen to my heart that rejoices

in your presence, and if this is not enough for you yet .. it does not assure you of all my dedication .. ask me to follow you and I will walk flying the dance forever

by your side.The ardor like

a flame returning to the heart dances.Once the ballerina sees

the window of time drag with

it the memories of skin emotions from the face of life grateful

to share my experience and knowledge now happy to give something to the dance

community I come from

in my days they shyly look to

live hope to hold in your hands

a promise of courage and humility to caress the tears and smiles

that the future can give with

all my heart .. a hope of serenity, health and tenderness to all of you

of art is the window on the soul

of ballerina. Without it, she would never have been able to see beyond her immediate world: nor could

the world have seen the woman inside her. My love, you have been away from me for many days now, you are always in my heart, I would love to fly to you ... but why must

I be the one to fly and not the time that separates me from you?

i miss you so much ... i want to caress your skin as before ....

i love you.🧡💖💗💞💘💓💕💝