Your side in the days of my life on this side of our hearts, away from your eyes, close as you in the mirror, in the mirror I see you there. Before I can not embrace you in my arms, you are my dream. Where are you? You touch me vaguely in sight. Every day we walk together heart to heart, but I cannot see the sky with clouds.
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(Note: The original text seems to be a mix of Italian brand mentions (Hogan) and poetic or reflective writing. Some parts were unclear or repetitive, so they were streamlined for coherence.)