S econd, Third or Fourth Day Month Year Zero Zero.
Star City, Kingdom of the Virtues.
For you, princess and heir to it, your letter:
The protocol of my life becomes infinite the score of the pianist, makes eternal night, you may write in and a hundred emotions will Cupid riding if I may. Just a few steps from my candles placed near the Library play achieved with the help of the wind but the fire is not like mercury binds as the particles approach.
I thought you just need to talk to the candles and apologize to those servile agents of my imagination to give life to the impossible, but it was symbolically the perfect time to write to my decked and historical sublime and profound friend architect of my being: the princess, ruler unimembre a thousand words, and co-author of the romantic style that I do not even qualify in my letters.
was daylight. Dawn and dusk by the continuity of flashes should seek to see it, observe it, numb my dream and wake of a rollover. Her lineage is no less important than the sigh of the sea when sand succumbs to the triumphant landfall. His eyes even if musically blind explain the arpeggio of his voice soft and smooth fragility of his walk. His presence draws and accompany my words. The metaphors are the royal procession.
This contemporary woman, dressed in the ancient enemy of the knight errant Dulcinea, Aphrodite marbled and only real remnant of the Big Bang. La Princesa de carnation anecdotal strategic chess piece many battles, the color of skin under the neck and a personal journey to infinity. Is it the cause of the final position of the stars, the march of the heart to a place unimaginable. Blanket my life and it makes me passionate, a writer and musician attempt conjugates in the harmony of endless melody. If the eyes see my words kiss your lips. Princess, welcome to Wonderland.
I refrain from being his "until death" like Don Quixote. Is inexhaustible and anti-ephemeral my devotion to you.
SM Alvarez Alain Zaragoza.
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