Looking backSo you really are a stranger.. What's left of all we had? Nothing but my memories through the filter of my dreams, hopes and feelings. They never existed for you. You moved on, you're no longer the one I used to know or at least thought i used to know... You moved on.. and it hurts me watching you, though I can't stop doing that... I miss you...I have to realise that it was all a dream. I have to break the circle.
DreamsI dream of glory and ancient times,The past fulfils all my needs.I don't see the present, nor the futureBut the past is my refuge and my apogee.Unwind this veil, unwind my life,Unwind the dreams that I weave...Maybe love shall reveal once againThe glory times in me.
The Intellectual & the Woman 1"I miss you. I love you." That was all she said and then she hung up the phone. It was all over, but not for her. She felt a deep scratch on the chest and diverse feelings inside her, in a Brownian movement. They burnt her. Love, disappointment, anger, longing, revenge, despair, melancholy… She's also searching for an escape window, to drive them away. And she found a pencil and a piece of paper. "It was spring. The woman was dreaming. The intellectual was dreaming of escaping. And the woman fell in love… with the intellectual. As any other story destined to a painful ending, the woman thought that the intellectual was just dreaming. He admired him. And the mystery that surrounded him captivated her. The novelty fascinated her. He was all she ever dreamed of. A potential true love, far away from the profane. But what is true love? It's when you put the other one higher than yourself. When you are capable of sacrificing for him. Love