"Úgy látom, jelenkori életünk hívatlan publikum előtt zajlik. Ez a kukkoló tömeg minden történést zsigeri szinten leszól, kritizál. Ily módon durván megsértik a szabadságomat, az életem megéléséhez, a hibáim elkövetéséhez, az örömeim intimitásához, a tökéletlenséghez való jogomat. Utóbbin azt értem, hogy jogom van nem megfelelni mások elvárásainak. Végtére is itt vannak nekem az enyémek."

2012. április 24., kedd

The Last Miracle


I turned around, and he was standing there, like he always waited for this move. In silence, patiently. I just realized that one half of him moved out permanently from my heart to being my reality. The space which stayed inside of me, filled up again, as our hands found each other in the frosty air of the dawn. There was that possession in his eyes; I counted the seconds as he closed them and opened up again. It felt like levitation. It felt like I wouldn't mind if the sky would fall down, or it would be the last day on the Earth for the humanity. Because I was there where one of the last miracles happened.
I bit my lip shakily, and his eyes glanced there involuntarily.
I smile when it comes to my mind how he can read in people's eyes and mind. Because now I worked out a mystery, of his own; eternity blinked in his eyes.
A child threw a stone to the Thames, and it splashed, and we heard all the noise which people raised cain around us as the morning came The concept of the time and space broke off.
And we were so happy. There were more than simple respect and admiration between us, without words. There were love, all around us, all around the world. And we were so happy.

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