panting 
Nights of these stars. Nights of noses in the air, of torticollis. Nights of tender love wrapped in a blanket on the damp ground, who gather in a whisper the other. They try to blind the eyes of others, to see if it reflects a gleam in the eyes of stars. Nights of children chasing a trail in hopes of reaching the hidden desire. Night breezes that blow from the sea and caress the face careful, already wet with salt. Nights fragrance of fir and mountain wind chill. Eyes that light up the night sky under a stranger who reveals his treasures so beautifully preserved. Stars that is overdue, you do want, Braam. Expectations that multiply the expectations, desires. Want irreparably will collide with the ground against the star will go to grand slam during his descent. But it's nice to believe, at least for a moment, that everyone's desires can be enclosed in an incandescent material, which can serve many nights just to be wrapped in a quilt of stars, whispering shining bright wish!
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