time when the world tour and she gradually recovered heat once every night and he lost sight as if it were a mirage, moving slowly, almost without touching, embracing almost without releasing, getting drunk in his eyes.
Time in touch just invisible, in nights of passion and heart that beats at twice the speed as both realize that his life was meaningless until their hands fell into place.
Time in which
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