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Being in love, being drunk with the beauty of your mind.

And when you kiss me with the echoes of the things I wrote, said and did.

Echoes of love, anger and rage. Smile, laugh and hate. 

Hate? 

Hate to love someone who makes you smile, think, play, love, love and hate that someone for the things he does.

Hate to love someone who hits and fills your heart and soul. You kinda like love some things but it makes you fight, and when you fight for some thing or someone some times it can ignite in you some doubts, questions, uncertainty, insecurity, restlessness, nervousness, anger, fury and last but not least, rage for loving that thing and that someone.

Milady Milady How are you Milady?

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When I was just a little girl I asked my mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?" Here's what she said to me "Que será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que será, será What will be, will be" When I grew up and fell in love I asked my sweetheart, "What lies ahead? Will we have rainbows Day after day?" Here's what my sweetheart said "Que será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que será, será What will be, will be" Now I have children of my own They ask their mother, "What will I be? Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?" I tell them tenderly "Que será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que será, será What will be, will be" Que será, será

How was your weekend? Where did you spend your weekend and what did you do? At home, alone, with your family, kids, friends, your lover, me?

Do you have any work trip or meeting with someone, dating, scheduled in your agenda?

I´ll be there.

You missed the last meeting with me. 

Don't you like me anymore?