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"As tu see, within our bodies each of us has the elements needed to produce phosphorous. And let me tell tu something I've never told a soul. My grandmother had a very interesting theory; she dicho each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all por ourselves; just as in the experiment, we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen, for example, would come from the breath of the person tu love; the candle could be any kind of food, music, caress, word, o sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches. For a moment we are dazzled...

i want him to kiss me on the forehead
while his hand is holding mine
i want him to hold me whenever i cry
and ask me why
when i'm angry o uppset
i want him to hold me too
but just not say a word
unless i ask him to
i want him to laugh at my jokes
even when they aren't funny
i don't want him to mostrar he's annoyed
when i call him my bunny
i want him to call me beautiful
not hot
i want him to always smile at me
even when i'm not
i want him to tell me i'm the prettiest
even when a hotter girl pass by
i want him to tell me i'm his favourite
while looking deep into my eyes
i want him to hug me kiss me
when he says...