"My little one dressing brown eyes and chalenging me with your clothes. You are the one i look after, you are the one that disturbs my sleep, you are the one that i can offer myself entirely. You are that thing that shakes me everytime you say something with that trembling and beautiful voice of yours. I can't wait for your clothes to dress me up. It's some kind of unusual love for your stomach. It's some kind of everything that i am attached to you.

I love you."

ai ai... o passado. sinto tantas saudades de certas coisas...

como eu escrevia bem, cara. :~