Anselmo!!!!
Is everywhere....everyone wants to be him...and he wants to be me or you...but, i know a story where Anselmo was not everyone, nor you and me...Anselmo was the I that I never were without my fears and tears.
I asked Anselmo once: how do you love her....oh i feel her with my thoughts, taste her in my palms and see her in my heart.... Then he asks me why am I in love : Because, inside, she's part of me, i'm part of her.
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