Just a thought for both:
The illusion of hope makes me live,
the lie told well satisfies...
I can not see you in a long, long,
long time...
Perhaps you have never seen it,
but my mind says, to the contrary,
insists with arguments that the reason
Dares not fight:
It is not necessary for us to be here...
The wind makes love with invisible hands
and you are part of it, through the cracks,
whispering delight to my ears.
It is not necessary for us to be here, not...
What I see: you, me, enough…
the eyes of thought...
« return.