For me love is water, and ocean, the wind is hot, white sand, is the scent of eucalyptus
There are times of riders and walkers, fairies and princesses, monsters and ghosts, dwarves and witches.
After a bit 'but there is just waiting for reality, and hiding behind and within the stories, even if it makes us happy and makes us remain children, is really too simple.
I close the book.
better out of these kingdoms and look in the eyes, the mirror, the reflection of the plate, on the window, in the tarnished mirror.
We will have no fear of getting out. From the book. From the forest.
In the forest at night there are werewolves and ogres, but only silent trees and the stars of heaven. And for me love is water, and ocean, the wind is hot, white sand, is the scent of eucalyptus.
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