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And the mountains go down to the sea. And the sea fall in love with the passion. And the passion can't take here mind of you. And you think about the bad girl. And the bad girl lost the count of beautiful days. And she miss to speak every day with you, and smile you, and feel you, and the distance is not to big... but in her mind she cannot comprehend why the mountains go down to the sea. Take off the shoes, walk aroud herself, eat alone every single day, move the hand betwen the hair, read the letters again and again, never cry, it's the mainspring of your fear, of the madness....

You, tell me: Who are you?

In this picture model Caroline Demarqui

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