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All I know is that you're so nice You're the nicest thing I've seen I wish that we could give it a go See if we could be something I wish I was your favourite girl I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style I wish you couldn't figure me out But you always wanna know what I was about I wish you'd hold my hand When I was upset I wish you'd never forget The look on my face when we first met I wish you had a favourite beauty spot That you loved secretly 'Cause it was on a hidden bit That nobody else could

A single object often does not mean anything, but when this same object comes in multitudes, well, everything changes. This is what happens with the confetti: only tiny scraps of coloured paper that thrown in thousands, with joy, become a coloured rain, a cloud that flatters and flickers, a waterfall, an instant of surprise and glee. Then they lies on the ground, like an unruly decoration which gives the road a glimpse of life, like a trail left by something special just occurred. Maybe a feast, a parade, a wedding, or a celebration. They stood in the air, floating for a marvellous moment, flattering and then whirling down. by Daniele Dru

"I love you not knowing how, why, or even from where. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride. I love you because I know no other way then this. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep." (Patch Adms) BUT . . . "And it made me realize how much you wanna give away just to feel loved And the Lord blinked to me and asked: What is real love to you? What is fake and what is true?" whatever ... happy new year 4 everyone*****