ScarlletZhen

Scarlet

Admiring nature and what's around me is one of my favorite things.. It gives me peace and calm, when I feel very stressed, I drink a cool drink, I love the passion fruit ones, and I go for a walk in the park, it's like therapy for me. I like to read, study, have a lot of knowledge about general culture and my professional career. I have fun in a mall and even more if I go shopping, it's something I like to do.

The day you love me will have more light than June; the night you love me will be a full moon, with notes of Beethoven vibrating in every ray his ineffable things, and there will be more roses together than during the whole month of May. The crystal fountains will flow down the slopes, jumping crystal the day you love me. The day you love me, the hidden bushes will sound arpeggios never heard before. Ecstasy of your eyes, all the springs that have been and will be in the world will be when you love me. Hand in hand like little blonde sisters, headed with frank strawberries, the daisies will cross mountains and meadows, before your steps, the day you love me.. And if you take one of its leaves, its innocent last white petal will tell. vous: Passionately! At the dawn of the day when you love me, all the clovers will have four threatening leaves, and in the pond, nest of unknown germs, will bloom the mystical corollas of the lotuses. The day you love me, there will be every cloud magnificent wing; every arbol, mirage of "A Thousand and One Nights"; Every breeze is a song, every tree a lyre, every mountain an altar. The day you love me, for us both The beatitude of God will be in a single kiss.

I like to have a good conversation, I speak Spanish but I would like to learn to speak your language. I can tell interesting things in your language and if you want to be my teacher, I am ready to learn from you. I am a very obedient student. I like all the food but my favorite dish is coconut rice, fried fish with patacones, I also like lasagna. I love desserts but especially the tres leches and a delicious passion fruit cocktail. I also like to exercise, I like to jogging and go to the gym, I work a lot on my buttocks and legs because these are the parts of my body that I like the most with my big hips.

Discovering the world is one of the most pleasant sensations, that's why I love it, to know what surrounds me, I love to sing, dance, enjoy every little moment of life that presents itself to me to be happy and make happy those around me. Sweet kisses, touch of feathers, they accompanied me in my dreams. Arrogant smiles, unbalanced smiles are my first thoughts when I wake up. I hope it feels good to see a new day as you make me feel. I wake up to the music of birds outside my window It's a music that talks about everything that's right in the world It's a music that echoes the song in my heart A music that's driven by thoughts about you touches my heart like a string, filling it with music. I looked at the moon before I fell asleep, I know you too I woke up in the bright rays of the sun, I know you too, I'm glad we have another day, I know you too.

If you love me, love me whole, not by shadows or light.. If you love me, love me in black and white, and gray, and green, and blond. , and brown.. Love me in the day, love me in the night.. And the dawn at the open window! .. If you love me, don't lower me: Love me all.. Or doesn't like me at all! Hang on to your dreams because if dreams die life is like a bird with broken wings unable to fly. Hold on to your dreams because if dreams disappear life is like a barren field covered with frost. I love you by your eyebrow, by your hair, I debate you in very white corridors where the sources of light play, I argue with each name, I gently tear your scar, I put lightning ashes and ribbons that slept in the rain your hair. . I don't want you to have a form, to be precisely what happens behind your hand, for the water, consider the water, and the lions when they dissolve in the sugar of the fable, and the gestures, this architecture of nothingness, lighting their lamps in the middle of the game. Every morning it's the painting where I invent and draw you, ready to erase you, that's not who you are, nor with that straight hair, that smile. I'm looking for your sum, the rim of the glass where the wine is also the moon and the mirror, I'm looking for that line that makes a man tremble in a museum gallery. In addition, je t'aime, et depuis longtemps et froidement I love you, and for a long time and a cold.

I love you at ten in the morning, at eleven and at noon. I love you with all my soul and all my body, sometimes, on rainy afternoons. But at two o'clock in the afternoon, or at three o'clock, when I begin to think of the two of us, and you think of food or daily work, or the entertainments you don't have, I begin to hate you deafly, with half my heart. of the hate that I keep for myself. So I love you again, when we lie down and I feel that you're made for me, that somehow your knee and your belly tell me, that my hands convince me, and that there's no other place I can come. Wherever I go, it's better than your body. You come to meet me, completely, and we both disappear for a moment, we enter God's mouth, until I tell you I'm hungry or I'm sleepy. Every day I love you and hate you desperately. And there are days too, there are hours, when I don't know you, when you're a stranger to me like another man's wife.. I worry about men, I worry about myself, I'm distracted by my sorrows. He probably won't think of you for a long time.

When I see thee pass, O my dear, indolent, To the song of the instruments that break on the ceiling, Suspending thy harmonious and slow gait, And wandering the weariness of thy deep gaze; When I contemplate, by the fires of the gas that colours it, Your pale brow, beautified by a morbid attraction, Where the evening torches light up a dawn, And your eyes attractive as those of a portrait, I say to myself: How beautiful it is! and oddly fresh! The massive, regal and heavy memory, The crown, and his heart, bruised as a peach, Is ripe, like his body, for the learned love. Are you the autumn fruit with sovereign flavours? Are you a funeral vessel waiting for a few tears, a perfume that makes you dream of distant oases, a caressing pillow, or a basket of flowers? I know that there are eyes, the most melancholy, that conceal no precious secrets; Beautiful caskets without jewels, medallions without relics, Emptier, deeper than yourselves, O Heavens! But is it not enough that you are the appearance, To gladden a heart that flees from the truth? What does it matter how stupid or indifferent you are? Mask or décor, hello! I love your beauty.

Today, February 14, is not just a day marked on the calendar, it's another excuse to remind you how much I love you and how lucky I feel to have you in my life. Since you arrived, everything has taken on a new meaning: the smiles are brighter, the days are more beautiful and the moments by your side have become my favorite. You are my refuge, my complicity and my peace. With you I learned that love is not about big gestures, but about those little details that make my heart beat faster: your sincere look, your contagious laughter, your hand holding mine and that unique way you make me feel like I am the most important person in the world. world for you. Thank you for being my unconditional support, for listening to me even in silence and for loving me as I am. With you, I discovered that true love exists and that it is the one that is built day after day, with patience, respect and a lot of affection. Today, I want to promise you that I will continue to be by your side, to celebrate your successes, to dry your tears and to build a future filled with fulfilled dreams..

Every part of my life contains something of you, and it's really nothing extraordinary, you know it as objectively as I do. But there's something I'd like to clarify for you. When I talk about all the plots, I'm not just referring to that now, to this waiting for you and hallelujah to find you and good blood to lose you and find you again, and I hope nothing more. I don't mean that you will suddenly say, "I'm going to cry" and I have a discreet lump in my throat, so go ahead and cry. And that a beautiful invisible shower protects us and maybe that's why the sun will appear soon. I do not mean to say that, day by day, the stock of our small and decisive complicities increases, nor that I can or believe I can turn my failures into victories, nor that you give me the tender gift of your most recent despair.. Not. The case is much more serious. When I say all the plots, I mean that in addition to this sweet cataclysm, you are also rewriting my childhood, this age where adult and solemn things are said and where solemn adults celebrate them, and you, on the other hand, you know how to write.

ez that it is useless. I mean you rebuild my adolescence