I will not be the man who chamboule your heart, which compresses your lungs makes you turn the head, one to which you want to unhook the Moon and for which you give your life. I just want to be the person that found in your smile, even if it is only a sketch. I want just your eyes to glow strangely when you hear my name. one that sometimes comes to slip in your dreams, but not as a heroine, mannequin or great Explorer, no, just in figurante, but the figurante that gives you a boost when you need. I want that you think of me when you see a star. I want to find a little of me in your bursts of laughter. But it is perhaps too ask...
|Location||Los Angeles, California, United States of America|
|Height||5.10" (178 cm)|
A look, a meeting... One summer, a smile... A number, an e-mail, an expectation, a memory... ... A call, a voice, a date, a date... A schedule, a place, a venue, a hope... ... A terrace, a café, a dialogue, a moment.. A Sun, a light, a heart, a beat... A second, a minute, an hour, a pleasure... A to - goodbye, a future, a promise, a desire... An APR... of, time, patience, a silence... A doubt, a why a regret at a distance... A return, a surprise, a flood, a tide... A sequel, a desire, a project... an evening... A full moon, a trip, a moment, an impulse... A rustling, a kiss, a magic... A thrill... An agreement, a future, a force, a destiny... A star, a poem and a verb: "to love"
|Aged between||35 - 95|
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