Listen to the warm

Listen to the warm how it whispers that love is in the air and it is telling you to see between those trees; those that are sorrounded by birds singing a strange melody that kind sounds “get out of here”. So I don’t get it, so love is in or love is out? Well who knows and who really cares, I haven’t had the chance to love myself, I need to do that first and then for sure love would appear knocking on that door in a one, two three.

Knocking on the door is that a joke says the warm, love is not like that, love is there all the time, touching you, touching me, but you simply don’t get it. You see love doesn’t always mean couple; you know!

~ by Montsserrat on March 4, 2011.

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