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I was calling you, and kissing you, and begging you to come lay down next to me. To fill the empty, white sheets with your presence.
And you pushed me away once.
I cleaned my face, I cleaned my body, I caressed it with flowers to smell beautiful and tasty for you.
And you pushed me away twice.
I put on my very best smile and I kissed you again. And begged you. Oh, how much I begged you, as you had your eyes closed.
And you stood up and went to the other room.
Now you’re lying on the bed. And you didn’t even call once for me.
You pushed me away for the third time.
And my darling, no one can ignore this ruthless third time. 

Arrival of the birds..

We’ve woken up as two birds. Neither he nor I ever understood how this metamorphosis happened or even where it took place. We just slept, one warm body crawled inside the other one, and it seemed like an eternity passed and we woke up when the sun was rising. Only to find wings where once our hands were twisted together. Can it be that we’ve woken up in a dream within a dream?

This flesh, once covered in skin, now is covered in feathers. You, in black and me in white, creating a perfect balance in nature. The male and the female body disappeared and this imaginary transformation doomed us in a great hell and also in the same heaven where once Adam and Eve reigned among all creatures.

Our hearts still warm on the inside, our smiles still frigid cold on the outside. Seems like nothing has changed. But our hands disappeared and now we cannot touch each other’s bodies. I long now for what it has been lost. I long for everything that was stolen. I stay silent. I open my wings, only to unfold the new version of my self. And I fly away..

We are two birds. Doomed, always to fly away.. For eternity.

You carry on and look away, feeling less everyday..

When you are not here my heart aches with pain from a healed wound. But then again, when you’re here my wound opens and bleads without an end. I remember sometimes how beautifully we were dancing by the sea, how your hand was waving back at me and how cold your hands were because your heart was warm with love for me. Mine were always warm like my heart. Oh you silly girl you were young and a child back then.

What is time and what are we now? Time passes feelings grow stronger. But there’s a point with no return, when you’re heart has nothing left to say. And I am spending all my evenings gazing at the sea, wishing to the night to hide my sorrow and smile at me. Searching for a star to whisper my wish, though I know luck won’t help me.

Every nightfall comes and goes. And my heart grows emptier with every sunset. I wish I could stop time at that moment I was trembling or even fast forward these moments that all they do is simply causing pain. I could give all I had for you once upon a time. But now our fairytale is transforming to a black ghost flying at this tender night. And Goya is smiling towards us from his grave, and my heart feels like it’s been ripped out and devoured from an evil face.

And how I long to disappear. Pack my things and leave this place. Leave my memories beside my letters. Every goodbye comes with pain and every letter I had written was full with crave. But now the sun has long set for us. And my tears are flying away. Some bitter smiles and a childish voice reminds us of who were. And the world seems so different now that we’re not the same.