I want a call in the middle of the day.
I want that you apear of surprise in a normal day.
I want that you steal flowers of the neighboor garden and give it to me.
I want that you apear in my window in the sunday morning.
I want that you write a poetry to me.
I want that you scream my name in the metro station.
I want you more than anything money can buy.
All because I love you with my body and soul.
Brenda Krishna
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