Thursday, 9 June 2016

If I could be anything in the world I would want to be a teardrop, because I would be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips....

The headrest set you, hand that write you 
Therefore, rest your head and 
read  a treasured dream all the more quietly.
I care for no one else but you,
I tear my soul to cease the pain,
I think maybe you feel the same?!
What can I do?
Really, I don't know what could possibly be done.
For me the men were just squaring the circle.
And after all these years I was stuck between Euclid and Hilbert.
Indeed, I don't know what  could I tell you
I'm writing to you, with a dim hope
that you'll read this .....

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You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....
You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...