Do not look at me...

life is a beautiful song....

...so many things are out there waiting for us to make sense and meaning for their existence..

I wonder..., why do we imagine things?

why do we see faces?

how can we travel deep into some eyes, specific eyes...?

this cold is building a wall between us ...., I have written a whole book just for eyes...

in eyes like these...., like your eyes...

they do speak to me...., I understand their language...

I asked her one day:

Do you write?

she said:

No….

Can you tell me something about your eyes?

There is something in them….

They talk to me…, although...

I know...

How do you know?

I know, you told me...

I have no memory

I know....

OK...

OK...

your eyes are my lake

my escape

yor eyes are written in my destiny book...

do you write?

I like to read

I am trying to remember my first feelings...

when I stood in front of them for the first time...

it was raining...

first you phoned...

you said:

you will be with me around 20:oo pm...

you arrived half an hour late

I can easily remember everything now....