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The Time For Love

This story began as a truly mystic, as an intercontinental super cups championship by football, but there are all plays gaming in the arena of our hearts and where final prize more precious and desirable than even titles of Zidan.Maradona and Sezario. At the acme of drive profound in the deep core of planet suddenly move and clash platforms borning stresses seismically, producing on upper surface tsunamis,earthquakes and landslides changing geographical and geopolitical landscapes felling evil empires, stagnant regimes and emerging new states and nations That is my love, my dear, It’s just looking weak and fragile As flying in heaven papers kite. My sense are not my senses and my transcendence. I have set back the global long deep forming tendencies and suppressed vital zest of gravitation attractions and grows that exploded eventually as a love between West and East, South and North, Between Atheists, Muslims and Christians. That’s way I know,believe me, The hot time come For love true and pristine.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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