You're my world. We have been together a long time. In the morning, we both promise embroidered hearts, and that is painted beautifully in clear drops of dew. In the afternoon, we let love glow on one stage up to pouring sweat, nothing ever came out tired. At dusk, the two of us shared stories, and it's written on the immortal verses of poetry, also in the thick dregs in the cup of coffee. At night, we missed a tightly clasped release,... till the moon blushed and the stars were reluctant to seduce. You're my world. Stay true to my love for eternity, because my heart is steadfast promise to shine your love.
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Cisca Zarmansyah:
Adriaan Zef : Come on.
Adriaan Zef: Come on.
Adriaan Zef : I've walked around for more than an hour. Always the same window, not even a clear view. I found something to hold to the light and investigate. The view where my head was. We talked a lot and I copied the way we looked. We talked a lot, but disappeared. I can guess where they are, but I won't. Guess which hours have slowed down any chance this will also happen elsewhere? From whom will you and I hear which way it is best to walk? An answer gets involved in this, it doesn't want to be an answer. I don't really have to be the one who walks around just wanting to wait by the window. I could be the only one to say this and I'll say it. It's right, but not because it's true. You play a game. You work according to the rules, but don't say, afterwards give me a day to get out of sight. You ask me if I'll make it. If a day, an eternity, an hour will be enough, I'll repeat what you count out and see that it works. Don't move again, put a blindfold on hide ourselves. We're given it all in all.
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Cisca Zarmansyah: Oh BB, my Huey, So. You are talking about the window. W-i-n-d-o-w. People's perceptions will lead it to a function for the house. But you didn't type the "house" at all. So, this is a window without a house. Gee, without a house? What kind of window? Where's the house for that window? Is there a house without a window? Do you know why we need a window to the house? While I always -- nope, it's just periodically -- open the window. I open it because I want to see the beautiful garden (if any) outside the window, or I just want to breathe the fresh air. Ok, press enter!
Cisca Zarmansyah: Perfect! With spaces you have entered 1000 characters. Mwaah!
Cisca Zarmansyah : Before you (probably) will follow my mind about a house, and I were still asleep, (I'm afraid I don't have time to respond to you), read what is not typed here, "Houses have windows (in frames) and at least one door. They are for living in (snugly if possible). Sometimes a house is part of a flat (which people find nice, constricting or boring, for example). Houses last a long time (remarkably long considering all they have to put up with inside people prefer to live gladly). They have roofs (on which birds land, exhausted as they are from long flights). They make people smile (seen it myself)."
Cisca Zarmansyah: Olalaa, sorry, Zef. Suddenly, my brain receptors picks up the WINDOW as "The Little Girl At the Window". Toto Chan!...nyah nyah nyah ...
► http://www.amazon.com/Totto-Chan-Little-Girl-at-Window/dp/4770020678/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpi_1#reader_4770020678,
TETSUKO KUROYANAGI... tadaaa!
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Almira Izzati : ARIGATO GOZAIMASU, haik! haik!....
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