-I want my heart to pump your blood... and my lungs to give you air.
-I love you.
-I love you too.
lunes, 28 de marzo de 2011
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Softly her tower crumbled in the sweet silent sun.
-I want my heart to pump your blood... and my lungs to give you air.
-I love you.
-I love you too.
The wasp was investigating her plate. Its body was throbbing. "We shall try to eat one later," she observed, "but it must be gorged to taste good. Of course, it can’t sting your tongue. No animal will touch a person’s tongue. When a lion has finished a traveler, bones and all, he always leaves the man’s tongue lying like that in the desert" (making a negligent gesture).
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