listen to me

Rhea 2022-04-21 09:02:12

Benigno is undoubtedly a gentle man, dedicated love, caring heart and fingers, beauty makeup and hairdressing, God, this is a man who is almost a pervert and exaggerated who will take care of women, probably every woman wants to be by him Generally loving finger touches, become beautiful, become self-sacrificing. He is patient, has time, and is extremely attentive. He sees all the things she likes, talks to her, shares all he has, he gives all he has, walks into her world, enters her world, saves her world, becomes her world. Ballet, opera, silent films. He took care of her body, massaged her, made up, and she was always so beautiful because of his fingers, his love. He believes in love and he understands how a woman feels. His relationship with her (I believe their love) reminds me of the fresh and soft sunshine after the rain in early spring. Pink, powder blue, all fresh colors, full of life.

And the desperate red, sad Cucurrucucu Paloma belonged to the man who wept. I suspect that he will never be able to get love, he is the one who has been immersed in the one-man show, I don't know who can save him, I don't know if he is really moved, he is immersed in his own sadness, don't believe anything, put The void enlarges infinitely. I love the music when he walks into Benigno's room, he looks out the window to the dance studio like he does, maybe he doesn't understand, but when he sees her, he might understand.

A life, a life that exists because of love. He shouldn't be so cruel, he shouldn't, I hate that these unloving people are cruel to do what is right for themselves, the world is divided by self-righteous people, I'm shaking and crying, he's shaking and crying, this weak man is starting to learn real regret.

It has nothing to do with love, just believe, this world, please believe.

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    Katerina Bilova: Nothing is simple. I'm a ballet mistress, and nothing is simple.

  • Marco Zuluaga: Love is the saddest thing when it goes away, as a song by Jobim goes.