All come in a heap, without asking us if we want them or if we could drive them out. Influenced by circumstances, we could accept mechanical or we could enjoy them, we can redefine ourselves as we live one day, one month, one year. Do not let a miraculous chance to become commonplace, dusty, instead we could try to reinvent each time.
Basically, we still are. In hidden corners of our souls, the same piano chords steal our tears, screaming at us the same fears, the same fault sometimes rips us. But nothing shook us hard enough to keep us away.
Might this to be our last night... Let leave it outside the windows. Let us burn our love, breathe my thoughts, let unfold our dreams, agonizing stealing our breaths. Us. Naked. As our bodies stain the sheets. We have all night, until we know each other by heart. In to a deep sleep, let get drunk from that perfume that smell ... so familiar ... coming from nowhere. For tomorrow I will go. Because I respect your love. And I wish I was worth to it.
I was wrong translating the verb "to be" searching, in a moment of madness, victory over material goods. You were there to tell me that "being" is more important. I look forward to the missing ships and for a moment to my loneliness that haunt me. I will never ask anything again, I will not cry, I lift up my eyes to the ankles. Only if the storm will start again and our love will fall from the sky like lightning, I know that I will catch your waiting hand.
For each of us there is a treasure somewhere. And if you have to lose everything to find it ...that worth it. Because... only when we got rid of the fear of losing something, only then we actually have it. Somewhere ,in a roadside, piano will wait our hands together to make it moan and we will love each other until we burn alive. Do not let a miraculous chance to become commonplace, dusty, instead we could try to reinvent each time.
written by manudrag, translated by Adriana Chiotan
written by manudrag, translated by Adriana Chiotan
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