Faithful in every of my nights and silent, they participate in the scene above me, the white page, the hand of my heart.
I can see our pictures around me. My life was sullied by our union. There is no place that does not remind me of you. I haunted my life. But this is also its victory. My life is the same no more. There is no return after what came to pass during the last months. I upset its flow, and like a river, overflowed and brimmed over. The deluge dragged everything. My God, how much do I miss you! I hate moments like this. I am just a weak mortal, surrendered to a pain I may allow to conquer me. There are times that , in isolation, I can be myself. I hate human affairs that steal my life. You are just outside Athens. Yet, you are somewhere else. You steal my moments, you cut my b
