It's all a matter of opinion! Or not. Will's point of view of each, and mine is this: All question of opinion.
The light ta weak, nearly erasing. The voice, hoarse, and at the same time, gentle. My body shook like green sticks. She looked at me in a way that left my body, naked, cold as a stone in the middle of a lonely ocean.
"My love, you know, you'll always be my eternal love ..." Every word was a caress to my ears, and sensitive portion of my brain.
His white skin was wet, due to the heat of bodies together on the bed in disarray.
Your eyes ... what beautiful eyes! I had never seen it, looked like an angel, or something on the sky and its immensity without end.
Every second with her, in that bed, it was worthwhile to work eight hours a day, seven days a week. My sweat was compensated with more sweat, but Is for her.
Beautiful woman, now sleeping in my arms, seemed to be smiling.
In a snap, looked to the sky and saw a ceiling unlined. I got up, washed my face, almost dying of grief ... it was a dream and ended.
P.S: Em alguns trechos, utilizei a ajuda do google tradutor, devido o meu vocabulario limitado do inglês.
