Today is "red" on the calendar, or so they say to place a public holiday of the month, will take advantage of to fix something at home, like a shaft of disorder and my room is greedy it! I am not even dressed yet, wander around the house still in her nightgown, a beautiful shirt in shades of gold, up to brush her long feet, soft and delicate as silk satin, which glides gently on the body, which band as if to caress it, embrace it, make it his own. I take it easy today, I can do anything quietly, so quietly ... I'm not going to do anything! I'm not "fimmina home" (housewife), I would say rather a "Sicilian rebel and work abroad ... in short, is a Sicilian lost, as I say, calling me and smile like that, "shame of the family are." Game with a few strands of my hair, my fingers to have fun twist between them, but perhaps you'd better pick them up in a long braid my hair I am the most rebellious of me, a disorderly fall on my shoulders in my breasts ... clever, they pretend to slip in by accident, and instead enjoy nell'accarezzarmi I get Goosebumps, like a tickle. Come on, give beginning to the great work! Reorganization is in a corner next to my bed the pajamas of my love, you get closer to my face, I try to smell her perfume again, smiling as the little used these days we were together! Close your eyes and think of the good times spent with him ... because time can not be stopped?! Because even if you love, how we love each other in the eyes of company we are considered "Lovers." The etymology of the word lover, lover, perhaps derives from the greek "Mao" or desire, from the Latin "Amans, NTIS-'" or "loving-lover! But it is not so beautiful as it sounds, sometimes it's like an insult, something to hide. The lover is a minor, that is little more than nothing, is often subject to ironic glances and smiles of the people, must live his love in secret, as if it were a sin, he lives his solitude is like the 'Phoenix' rising from the ashes, she lives only when it is close to his love, when only a caress, a kiss, a sweet word of love instills the drops of life. But often they become lovers again more accomplices among themselves to defend their love, perhaps it is the situation which then makes them stronger to fight against everything and everyone. My love, we experience intense emotions, when we are together one of the arms, just us and nobody else, we leave everything behind, we want to live this love and nothing will matter if they call us ... "Lovers." A kiss on your lips. 
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