been growing inside me bouquets of expectations.
caress the ears with new melodies.
I wake up curled up on life that rocks me and while I sleep, I'm still in his arms.
I give a push with his foot: lazy: only s'appacia when I see that too.
However not before we have fully appreciated the slow pace.
know the rhythms and distances: minimum effort, maximum return.
Find the perfect wave.
Find the perfect wave.
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