The city is ornate, it glows from the several lights, like her mood is high. Or does everything remain the same, but just a bit shiny? Mood can be fragile sometimes, it may even break.
I met someone, she says and her eyes sparkle like Christmas lamps. She looks pretty, a brittle beauty, her face is shiny. Love is fragile; it goes along with the mood…Maybe it’s not the right moment. Tell me…These are days of feast, moments of carelessness, play, joy of life. But you are vulnerable, the way you open, you get the risk. You need to want to give and receive. Basically, you need to want..I’ll tell you another time.
Meanwhile another moment, another person. I feel loneliness, but I chose it so, it was my choice. It's not that I don't feel OK, that I can't make it on my own. But it's hard...Inside the car Christmas lights are reflected on the road. I am sure someday someone will come...Love comes that moment you don't expect it. Love at first sight. And you stay there, observing speechless without knowing why. You simply look that Someone! Your instinct is faster than you are.
- The incident of the encounter, a moment in the time.
- And then?
- Then...it's all about chemistry.
- What do you mean?
I mean we've got two people and the moment they meet the pieces that compose the one are combined with the pieces of the other. If the pieces are compatible then both enhance their power. If not, the pieces of the one try to enforce to the pieces of the other and decompose them. Then both impoverish. Like the poison when it penetrates our body and tends to decompose the relation of the parts that make it.....A bad relationship bereaves us from our power. The moments of grief occupy more space than those of joy. Sometimes it takes time to realize it and even more to do something...
She stands opposite me. Her eyes blast sparks. Love is a glance that turns into a ocean; it's the touch, the snugness of the warm body. Among of the few places that we feel safe.Really? I though it was a war, a battle, a place insecure and broken....Her face shines.I turn my back.She pouts.
The car pulls over. He lights a cigarette. It couldn't have gone different....Pause. It's a matter of limits, till the point you can, till the point you want......It's also a matter of respect....You draw a line. Till the point you can handle, till where you like..Pause. Great happiness brings great sadness; it's tough....
We walk on streets that glow from the Christmas lamps. You can't deny that it's not beautiful...only that...uh...there are times that too much light tuckers the eyes. It's that moment when you want to look somewhere else; you look for something to soften the lines, something discreet in appearance that will rest you. We stop at a mantel, somewhere quiet. Are you one of those who have great patience but never talk till the moment something break inside them and then everything falls down?, he asks. Now that you mention it......The mind has a quick flash back like the one that is said to occur when you die. Please,let me narrate you my story, from my big love and after.......
The truth has many views, like our faces, like love...Just one thing, do not stay the same person. We've only got one hope; the faith that we can go farther from where we are now. As long as we are honest with ourselves, of course. And rigorous. More than we can handle......Do we agree? Yes, if hope exists,it's there.
That's why I tell you so...Something inside us knows.It always does. Till the point you can. Someone will come. It's tough...It doesn't always end up with success. It's a matter of pieces. If it goes well we get stronger, we build up memories, we share, we make plans...Otherwise, we stand alone on the opposite side in a standstill and we shoot. It doesn't make sense....we need to be in the same side with our close people.These are troubled times.
Meanwhile we move farther somewhere darker, the festive city blinds us. Beautiful as she is with her trappings she lures the mood. These are days of feast. Let's welcome a new year with all the new things that it will bring us. And let's give promises. Above all we will be honest with ourselves....and rigorous.....
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