I saw her last Monday at night, while she and her eyes walked to the car.
I saw her last Tuesday, in the morning, while she went to get the train.
I saw her yesterday, when I left the bar to cameback home and I didn’t imagine to meet her.
All this time, I saw her eyes, her face, her brightness, her elegance.
All this time, left me speechless.
I would talk with her, but I don’t have the courage.
The courage that doesn’t lack in my eyes.
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