Now I should put myself in front of your swan-knees as someone who is definitely sacrificing their lives in a duel, hair - how much have I walked after you now that it becomes familiar in front of the retina of multi-optic glasses that old age is knocking with prickly blinks - but only twenty-nine in the past!

The sublime, confessional-like revelation was familiar: the two of us should have walked along the frontiers of Being together, while it was only possible to suspend the fading tuty of my cowardice for a time! - Yes! Now we have to say that with his piercing knife and reflectors, the ****** is scattering gift shards towards us: I love you!

Now I should discover everything and peel off you and yourself, when, as an old acquaintance, you smuggle the bitter pearls of hurt vulnerability into my everyday life, and I can no longer feel the shelter of your swan hand. Your heartbeat is no longer jingling, and our conscience is torn, our croaking guitar strings now

it should send the melody of Hope. Now we should say, Oh, how much of me You were in one person: The immortal, breathing testimony that hides the consolation of our tears on our magpie faces, and the only Love that has endowed us with eternity! - The near-consciousness of Loneliness's death that I would be social beings then was not a calculated-angel and you were selfless

your selfless, armored confidence; the all-embracing Hope! "My boyish vulnerability could only run after you lost hope - you couldn't keep your treasured, priceless being because you didn't want to."