"Il faut avoir aimé souvent pour comprendre que l'on aime qu'une fois."
Jean CAZENEUVE
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She is sat, her look is lost,
She thinks... She thinks to her childhood, to her life,
Looking mountains she resees her life,
her life.
She waste her life, lost, she spend her life to hope,
To hope the return of the boy she has alaways love.
But completely invaded by her shyness, she waste her life.
She has never tell him she loved him, and she spend all her life to hope she will see him a last time.
He has made his life, had children... he has never known she would exist.
He was far to think a woman whose he didn't know her existence has always love him...
However, if she told himthe truth, maybe the reality would be different...
Maybe, she would'nt have spend her life to hope to overcome her shyness, maybe she would'nt have wasted her life...
Lost in her thinks, looking mountains, she resees her life...
Publié par dream of evasion à 21:20:08 dans mes évasions | Commentaires (0) | Permaliens
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