When I smell the "winter night" I feel strangely empty sadness. As if all were washed away, as if a click inside me turning on the light. He began to notice all those little details, all the nuances that I softly touch your skin and senses ... The colors of the perfume, the sound of movement, the taste of the air, even the smell of cold and wet that contrasts with the soft sounds of falling leaves in a picture shot that gently I sweeten the senses ... And I cry for joy. For all I see, and unusually beautiful, takes me on a short journey through feelings fade away every year, and who regularly fail to amaze me merely to exist.
For long moments tonight I noticed a bug walking on the edge of the PC ... Small and slow, meaningless, ugly, smelly, unable to fly decently, disgusting and snubbed by everyone.
But tonight I could see her looking for the first time. and I like it. And despite being identified as a waste of evolution from everyone I know, continues with impunity to do what he does.
watched the movements of its antennas, delicate and careful, thoughtful way in the test areas, quivered quivering rhythmically at each contact, as if every sensation perceived might give them a small orgasm.
And she cares. all and all, continuing to enjoy his time alone ...
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