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I must have fell asleep. Despite everything I fell asleep, lost in the warmth of your touch and that of the night, lost in you and in my thoughts. I must have fallen asleep, into the rising and setting sun, because night had returned and I woke up in your arms.

Before the beginning of time it was that the togetherness that you and I got together without holding, had character and contour, but could be touched and changed with the touch, not indiscriminately and structurally. It was a snuggling and perceiving as a whole, feeling for boundaries without defining them absolutely, being tangible without being …

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As is well known, Cupid, the small, cheeky god who never grows up, sends his arrows and makes those who meet them violent love frenzy. Now he seems to be dealing with this gift rather uncontrollably. But it can also be that he actually plays tricks on people, which often ends in fatalities. It would …

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It makes no difference to the conditions, the conditions that became more and more conscious of Martinique, because she allowed herself to lose herself in it, without power and possibilities. What should she do? Where should she start? But most of all, was she the only one who became so conscious of the enslavement of …

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