Well, what an impossibility it may have seemed, they said indignantly at the time, the wild flare of the seagull and the hedgehog, its late, sparkling, idyllic romance: petty jealousy, the scandal of searching eyes, situation that I'm already married! You don't care anymore! ” -

The heart would break, and Love gave its handcuffs to rust! He just slapped him up; Your message for Valentine's Day! Gossipy, delicate congregations would not have tolerated the bookworm leech with the earthly goddess anyway! Instead of a discreet face-kiss, the snare fire of slaps snapped on my left cheek - I lost my crumbly faith - it was an irresponsible fad or

just a gamble with sincere emotions? "To this day, he could only listen silently, his pain - if he had, he hid it carefully in front of me!" "And as long as it was expedient and good to be cuddled, to laugh and whistle like a roaring Winter with a stubborn swearing, the World wishing to be annihilated!"

Of course - perhaps - we knew, quite precisely, that Things are about something different here: We have taken responsibility for the protection of one another with the Law of the Heart, and that now there may not be another opportunity - that Everything is for the last time, because it has finally happened!

The relentless forgetfulness of memory, the Judgment that it was a play on the part of the well-played feasibility of immortal transcendence: In a mad snowstorm, I am forced to walk home alone with helpless faith -
while I turn to death, I try to make myself aware and comprehend: Someone else can squeeze your fragile swan hands!