A book we have been writing word for word for as long as there is still sand remaining in our hourglass. This is life. This is the stuff that colours whatever is leaving it.
Is there majesty without sacrifice? Is there a revolt without blood? Is there life without love?
I am so near and yet so far. I only need to dial the numbers on the phone. I will not do it. The moment will come that this parenthesis will end. Then, I shall see you again. I will look deeply into your eyes. I want to see you again. Because more than anything else, I need you to love me. Knowing that is enough for me. I can then face the whole world.
I resemble no other. I have confessed that to you. We met a long time ago. It was not hard to mingle our lives then. It did not happen, however. Why not? Running back I ca
