Turning tables

I can't wait for summer to be able to go to the beach and have fun like crazy.

Sajira prefers autumn and yellowish and brown falling leaves. I, on the other hand, am more inclined towards the sea and the beautiful seasons.

She doesn't understand that when she walks she seems to take spring with her. The flowers widen and the petals look like gold instead of hair. The shadow of her skin is sweet as honey and when I savor it I seem to lick a stick of Heaven.

The glitter in her cheeks and the golden bracelets on her skin make her my perfect goddess, my sunset in the fog.

You say I'm too sweet and sensual? I am like that. Well indeed you have known me in another way but over time it changes. Love changes things.

I've never been faithful, I admit it. But for a year and a half now the sun has existed and has entered my strings and has broken down the barriers of silence.

That silence was killing me and I found no peace in New York. Only the trip to Japan changed my life totally.

It must be a cultural journey of its months and no longer is always lasting ler.

When you least expect it, life changes your cards on the table without you even realizing it.

One day you die and the next day you are reborn forever thanks to a woman.

All the others have been fuitine and love story without reason to exist, but Sajira is the moon that rages the way, the road that leads from the East to eternity.

This summer will be the culmination of a dream. I will tell you that my faith is growing more and more because Sajira often prays at night before falling asleep and does it with his eyes closed. It is not for everyone to pray to God intensely. It is infecting me, it is strengthening me.

My dreams are becoming reality thanks to her and I finally know that I am loved.