Perhaps then it is true that when love is true love no one can separate two people meant to be together. If you stop along the way you can not live without that your hand holding tight. In everything that passes, returning again and, in trivial issues, in real tragedies in the days of darkness, love is all that remains. I do not know how many really have the good fortune to meet a soul mate, but who knows how to recognize it will live differently and better. We remain here, silent observer, contemplating a love that a little 'us and envy us cheers the heart. We, poor mortals, that we find our hope and our Sandra Raimondo. That without him and without her, nothing makes more sense. Turn on the Sun and unpack the stars: love, now triumphant.
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