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I would want to speak to you about a wonderful castle. That I draw of my wishes. For you, for me, for us two. Together enjoying a peaceful existence. At the end of a path, of big trees to look at us. Enter. The hesitating steps, on no feet. As a fruit forbids that we could steal. Too beautiful, too flavourful. For us two. We could affect it, touch it. Enter. It would be white, luminescent. Would have nothing arrogant. In its corridors losing us. In its boudoirs finding us. On sofas basking us. In front of the fire. Watching at night falling. Of the end of the path, I saw it. Enter. You shivered. I kept silent. With the impression not to be in our place. A sensation which has nothing fleeting. She reminds me that the wonderful castles. Live behind bars. Untouchable, proud, shining brilliantly. We to admire them, the look which fidgets. A spark in your eyes. I see that you dreamed. Enter