SelfPub: Pick up the key to your heart, ...

This is more than passion, but not less than touching the skin with your fingers, under the sights of a fragile and delicate tenderness. Show the dance of the senses as you release the fearful birds that die in the shackles of negligence. Turn the key. And you learn at the moment of enlightenment that love is eternity out of time, vulnerable, bright truth.