انثى الروح

I do not know if the injury to talk about ourselves, I do not think one can draw the same are not close to the beauty and perfection But I like to shorten the word all the words of beauty for as long as man is a great word when Nkunha in every sense of the word man is the real source of strength and source of love and happiness of the female is silky feeling her heart and soul at the time of the equations In the balance of man and the sense of warm and wonderful ideas and the romantic and understanding of the lives of all the dreams of a female lying Khimh flying in all directions and do not know when the hand comes and embraces caring female lights of the time, but love Among the heartbeat female glow-day a man days lost between the seconds do not know when luck will meet with the female-old lost since the era before the Flood Dreams sleeping in the heart of what we look for in every day life and we hope that we encountered and stops bleeding time in our memory, despite all the losses and Hraúguena inherited and perhaps by the hands of time or unfairly The days pass and meet him It is your destiny and believes the absent But perhaps love is not your destiny . . Risk in Bali The case of permanent loss of love Us to search, knowledge and meditation And to provide assistance to a greater number of people . . We did not hear that great thinker or reformer, Nabil They were the day Find Habib special But his main concern was always give love to all people . . No reparation to the thoughts Only is the search for the true meaning of love Shafi creative . . At each stage of the I I wished to say to what a Love does not equal my adventure Or another way to satisfy the desires Or a pretext for the exercise of follies On the contrary, freedom of it was the basis of all sins Love The secret of life force When they leave our hearts we know That everything else is not important Where is my anti-old female I Antzerki long does a female knock my door Fterana My words are written with all my heart Votmanaha up as I came out of the heart was the heart and that it was false, it is impossible to reach I know too that he might pass on my eyes without shaking, but I sense what I like to write the word Believe I look myself in front of a fake before I look the other