EmiliaMilly

I'm not going to be able to do this.)

In summary, I am Emilia Millán, a virtual model who is there to cheer your journées, awaken your passions and have fun with quality content.

My blonde hair, my active energy, my captivating sensuality and my love for creativity are just some of the ingredients that make up my unique personality..

Join me on this journey and discover together the attraction of passion and creativity !

With love,

Emilia Millan

If the love of your attractive thanks be my breast of steel obedient, why do you make me fall in love flatterer, if you must mock me then fugitivePlus blasons you cannot be satisfied that your tyranny triumphs over me; that though your laces mocked the tight link that your Forme fantastique a ceint, ce n'est pas grave de se moquer des bras et de la poitrine If my ghost taille you in prison

Ma mésaventure et toi mon bonheur, inexhaustible and pure.

Thy eyes are the land of lightning and tears, silence that speaks, storms without wind, sea without waves, birds imprisoned, sleeping golden beasts, impious topazes like the truth, or a boy in a candle in the forest where the light sings on the shoulder of a tree and all the leaves They are birds, the beach that morning finds the star of the eye, the basket of fire fruits, the lie that nourishes, the mirrors of this world, the doors of the beyond, the calm pulsation of the midday sea, the absolute blinking, the paramount.

Attentif à l'infini qui apparaît déjà dans ma vie, avec une grande émotion et une ambition scellée, Je te suivrai toujours, silent et fugitif, dans les rues sombres or sur les étoiles blanches. I will follow you always, silent and fugitive, in the dark streets or on the white stars..

Platonic that exists in the heat where your soul exists! A sinister penitent of silence? Do you hear me? Fleur is innocent! ...and know that there where there is no Notre Père, L'amour est un Christ pécheur !

We die, we love and we do nothing but die more, hour after hour, and we write and we talk and die..

your hands are my caress my everyday chords I love you because your hands work for justice If I love you it is because you are my love my accomplice and everything and in the street side by side We are much more than two your eyes are my charm against the bad day I love you for your look that looks and sows the future Your mouth that is yours and yours me your mouth is not wrong I love you because your mouth knows how to cry out for revolt If I love you it is because you are my love my accomplice and everything and in the street side by side We are much more than two and for your sincere face and your not wanderer And your tears for the world because you are people I love you And because love is not haloed no frank morals and because we are a couple Who knows that she is not alone I love you in my paradise that is to say that in my country people live happily even if you do not have permission If I love you it is because you are my love my accomplice and everything and in the street side by side We are much more than two.

And I'm glad, glad that it's not true.

And in the tram to an anxious, sarcastic and curious, who looked at us all with irony, I said to him being happy:."

Oh my fingers aimeraient Couper the stars.

You are like my house You are like my death, mon amour.

The final shipwreck against the night, no beyond water, but water, no other heaven or other hell but the fleeting epitaph of foam and flesh dying in another flesh.

This kiss of yesterday opened the door and all the memories I thought were ghosts were still biting me.

Ô lecteur, par compassion, mobilize your connaissances et dis-moi ce que je dois faire contre his ruthless speech! Sans avoir à tuer, how faire taire cette femme I'm not going to kill you

Who will you be tonight in the dark dream, on the other side of your wall?

Get out of the salt of my tears.

And it is that with your fresh, luxuriant printanière your grace was like a victorious banner I stood at the summit of my melancholy.

If every hour comes with its death if time is a den of thieves the tunes are no longer the good tunes life is only a moving target you will ask why we sing if our braves are left without hugs the country is dying of sadness and the heart of man is broken even before the shame explodes you will ask why we sing if we are as far as a horizon if there was of the trees and the sky if every night is always an absence and each awakening a disagreement you will ask why we sing we sing because the river sounds and when the river rings / the river sounds We sing because the cruel has no name and instead his destiny has a name we sing for the child and because everything and because a certain future and because people us let us sing because the survivors And our dead want us to sing we sing because the cry is not enough and crying or anger is not enough we sing because we believe in people and because we will overcome defeat we sing because the sun recognizes us And because the field smells of spring and because in this stem in this fruit every question has its answer we sing because it's raining and we're life activists and because we can't and won't let the song turn to ashes.

Man was not born to have hands tied to the prayer pole. God does not want humble knees in temples, but legs of fire galloping, hands caressing the entrails of iron, spirits giving birth to embers, lips kissing I say that I work I live, I think, and that what I do is a good prayer, that God loves very much and I answer for it. And I say that love It is the best sacrament that I love you, that I love and that I have no place in hell..

Ah, to be childish, to be pure, to be sweet, to be sweet; trille, parfum ou chanson, crépuscule ou aurore Like the flower that feels life and knows it not, like l'étoile qui illumine les nuits et l'ignore.

Why does the fervent passion not explode? The trembling lip and the convulsed hands, they don't touch?

I woke up and sometimes they emigrated and were birds that slept in your soul.

This march lasted for a long time, this uncontrollable search..