A hand offering a hand to the other leaves the tingling germinate in you, learn, may beetles fly like that ? If youth kindled waves, that remembers our sea, there is pass this info on to other waves ? His murmur - his noise fills the night - Join me and love the nightly line that begins and ends nowhere in tenderness. never keep waiting for what you could it annoys those who count on you to show others how you know how to surpass yourself ! This is how waves are distributed and can smooth out said love, even this one, who never lose your way, lie down around you in voluptuousness. HEIKE THIEME