Euthanasia of a love

Euthanasia of a love

now spent more than five years if not many since my mind and my body knew you, and the pressure of time democratic, increasingly heightened the pleasure of entertainment to which your mental dynamics and mechanisms thought tickling pleasure intriguing game of mutual knowledge, that your weighted distance that I did not want to understand, but accepted it as inevitable that the natural course of their existence, still leaves me between her lips deception of your enchanting and intoxicating scent of the senses, and in my dreams remote and intimate dance rhythmically in our monotonous dance of wood joined together in our cosmic connections, which fish in the universal primordial soup, where the souls find rest, after countless incarnations, and the breath of the warm breeze of your breath, gives me renewed life.

Thank you for existing!