M.F. Moonzajer

It is not only me devoted to your kindness and beauty; walk in the gardens, you will find birds singing your name.

My kindness is the old version of my life, I have grown up.

Kindness is an extraordinary moment and status even if it has to be pretending.

Magic and miracle they are nothing but manipulation of sight and heart.

I don__ know about black or white magic I just know one type and that is your magic.

It is so easy to dream but so hard to forget them.

I don__ know what you dream, when you are everyone__ dream.

When life gives you someone very special, you don__ have to dream anymore

I can__ dream anymore, we are better separated than together; both struggling unstoppable for our dreams.

You can__ dream, if you don__ sleep.

I do dream every night but in the morning I regret.

A simple kiss is sweeter than any colorful dream.

Nightmare and dream both are not real, but I do always love my nightmare; because it offers me gratitude while the latter makes me disappointed.

Dream takes you to skies and reality just to the bed.

Close your eyes, forget everything that hurts you and dream love, kindness and compassion.

A few men__ fight for the survival is stronger than a nation__ fight for the wealth.

I do not know anything about __ll the good guys are taken_ but I certainly know none of the beautiful girls are virgin.

Men would have been badly in trouble if their hands didn__ fit their dick.