Then I sit down close to him and the words start to arising alone… Is not important to talk or to say because everything is coming. We’re doing jumps in the time and the space, and the hours now are minutes, and the minutes have turned in fleeting seconds that one takes them the night and almost always the dawn.
Smiles of half moon or frantically. They are these small instants that fill the soul and that already never resign, since from now they will form a part of our hearts.
We have turned into the magicians of the night and in the kings of all the dreams and insomnia… We recreate present, past and future stories since we have in our hand the wand of our creative destiny.
We feel the heat of a company that gives without pretensions, without asking for anything in exchange. Only it expects to savour these brief moments of sky that offers us rarely in the life.
A kiss for everybody who can savour these instants.
Smiles of half moon or frantically. They are these small instants that fill the soul and that already never resign, since from now they will form a part of our hearts.
We have turned into the magicians of the night and in the kings of all the dreams and insomnia… We recreate present, past and future stories since we have in our hand the wand of our creative destiny.
We feel the heat of a company that gives without pretensions, without asking for anything in exchange. Only it expects to savour these brief moments of sky that offers us rarely in the life.
A kiss for everybody who can savour these instants.
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