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hellimli: I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. Pablo Neruda | Sonnet XVII
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hellimli: Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.☄Edgar Allan Poe
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hellimli: el nacimiento | the birth
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hellimli: Educación
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hellimli: All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it. 👼 Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | The Little Prince
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hellimli: All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. Edgar Allan Poe