Gel Castro
Abstract Romance
Let roses fall
In our room...
In your heart,
The sweetness
Of my love care
You by warmth
Of my feelings,
In thy lips the
Honey of mine...
We'll leave a trail
Of love on this
Soothe way ...
I Found In Yo...
WHEN THE MOO...
Keep Me
Drop By Drop
Survivors
Come, Love!
Flowers for a...
A Pure Look
Hill's Memori...
Like A Dream....
Forehead furrow cringed... Forehead furrow cringed...
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
He doesn't want to dive deep anymore... He doesn't want to dive deep anymore...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Nice... Nice...
I repeat this ritual, till my heart stops feeling like it would implode, I repeat this ritual, till my heart stops feeling like it would implode,
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
Always live with your colour... Always live with your colour...
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion. No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion.
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
A doctor with a big heart... A doctor with a big heart...
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road. What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love fo...
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