120218 With her
admin2012-02-18T12:58:00+02:00With her. No supporting actors. The scene is yours. Words born in her mouth. They stick like a wallpaper on the walls of memory. They will illuminate the lonesome hours for a long time.
With her. No supporting actors. The scene is yours. Words born in her mouth. They stick like a wallpaper on the walls of memory. They will illuminate the lonesome hours for a long time.
Pleasant surprise. Changes the flow. A river of its own overflows their needs. You feel alive.
You turn around in your own carousel. You do not take your eyes off her. You wind up at the time that fills sounds and images. A greedy man asking for the next joy
You are hanging from a word. Witness of a miracle. It moves you. A few letters lift your weight. Happiness.
Negative balance. Loss of committed hours.Those.That they did not join with.
In your own fairy tale. Silent the Princess is. Glow scatters.
And the "next" always comes. Blank but filled. You do not quit yesterday. New awakening. Yes. You learn to find continuity. Without losing your shadow. Unparalleled by you. You have. You hunt your dreams. You are alive. You deserve to be able, to fight. Not counting on wins and defeats. Every step of yours, you.
Stare. Straight in her eyes. Every time. Same thirst. She laughs widely. Embraces your own look. One more joy. Adds value.
Unresolved questions. Fill neutral time which goes on with no significance. Until it brings you to my life.
You put the rules. You let the joy burrow like the light at the crack. You keep the dream alive.

