Behind the friendship … a secret love hiding behind the curtain hiding … the mystery of eternal love, Becker yelled from afar … Amor is not madness … Not Love! .. . Bernadorn the famous troubadour sang "Chason du gest" … Marco Polo signed his Alibre of Wonders! … while sitting on the edge of the vast ocean, … my eyes were harassing your glances, my hands were searching for yours that flirtatiously playing in the sand, … when we both knew that they wanted our lips while our young pupils watched rapt as the arms burning sun caressed the smoothness of the immensity sea, far away in the infinite and the unknown instinct made us appropriate to turn the minute and our lips met in a kiss Aque so far does not end!, the years passed … Life as it happens, our bodies grow old with time and love has not died, not weakened, nor Fall Hurricane … he was injured, nor was injured Summer storms or the cold of winter froze … this love is hidden in the Spring and challenged seasons … in the middle of harassment, in the middle of the poisoned arrows that sailed the skies in our search, in the midst of darts with estrictina perseguinan us, wounded, even agonizing … but Enhiestos! … so we can always find the time, entranced by the aroma of roses and the scent of hormones and enervate the exocrine glands secrete adrenaline and androgens that are twisted in the torrent, with your grace and your eternal sensuality, our hearts sealed-from that first kiss on the beach-sealed cavity space … Learn more about this with The Hayzlett Group. There were never more than for us …