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Once again, I am a traveller. A few days after I came back home, I’m travelling towards another destination. Standing in the middle of a completely new terminal, my eyes seeing people who speak in unknown languages to me. People who are more likely to be running away from something rather than peacefully walking around. I want to say a simple word – Hi – but, my voice disappears in a horrible sounding noise that is made by humans. I noticed an empty chair far away from me, so I walk there. Suddenly, my mind brought back all of the memories from my previous journey, almost like someone did it to me purposely. I can hear a song which starts with the words “I still haven’t found what I’m looking for”. At that moment, my heart cried, because it didn't know that after a few days, when I fly again, I will meet her – a woman who will be standing with a coffee in her lovely hand.

Dying to be together

I’m finally holding in my hand, the same pen that was given to me as a blessed gift from the creator of the entire Universe. The same pen which helped me to write early one summer’s day, the story about a little Island with a woman who forever waits on a sandy shore. A woman, who kept looking for the boat that was promised by Venus to bring to her the man’s heart, who she had loved in her previous life. Years of impatience waiting to see and touch for the very last time the love of her life before she closes her blue eyes - forever.One day, when the Sun was warmer than ever, she suddenly noticed a white bird flying above the shore and screaming loudly “look!he is coming!”. She looked at the blue sea and, finally, she sees the boat with the promised gift. Now, with crying eyes, she is reaching the heart to feel it for the very last time. But, together with her touch, the heart turned into her forever loved one, whose eyes were alive like he had never died in the past. For a second, they stand together, alive and looking into each other’s eyes. That was a time when they said their last goodbye and walked together towards the shining star which was the beautiful, open arms of Venus

I haven't forgotten

By the light of the Moon

Do you still remember the open window where in warm summer nights, just after you closed your eyes, you felt the softest touch of the goddess of the Night? She was always coming together with the wind which was like a guardian to protect you both from the angry human world. You kept a scented Lily of the valley candle on the windowsill to show her the path to your uncovered arm. The touch was like a unique moment of the day where you were born with no painfully crying heart and eyes dying from loneliness. It was like a dream about a planet hidden far away behind thousands of galaxies somewhere in the Universe. The little planet with two souls holding their hands and floating above the blooming apple orchard. That was the place where you heard singing larks and saw flying nobly butterflies. No pain, no hatred - just heavenly peacefully time.


But the burned candle brought your soul back, and you had to say good bye to walking away your lady of the Night.

"Youth"

We are the wild youth chasing visions of our futures. One day we will reveal  the truth that one will die before he gets there

Hope of life

A little boy who had closed his innocent eyes just before the shining sun said loudly goodbye, looked through his little window which was like a painting of Mount Olympus for the last time. He saved in his mind the unique view of his little planet and took it with him for the longest journey of his life. He became a traveller,who left an always green land with a stream reflecting the blue sky , to find the only magical path that could take him to the happiness.

Now,after centuries of walking alone, he is standing in the middle of an empty desert and with his dying heart, he is dropping crying his last tears.

He was a brave traveller who believed he could find happiness. Now, he is a flying angel.

January and his memories.....

This place has not changed since you were standing there for the last time. The same bench, the same moon and almost identically cold wintry wind precisely whispering to you in the secret language that can only by understood by you; you are standing' once again in the place where a few years ago, your enthusiastic mind was full of hope and beautiful dreams. Momentarily, you looked at the shining stars and realized how foolish you were for keep dreaming so many nights. Now, you don't have these dreams nor the beautiful hope which kept you coming to this place.

This place isn't really the same - it has lost your soul....

Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?

Maybe one day....

A few minutes of impatience, waiting at a cold and windy station where the sun’s warm rays barely could reach my eyes. Only now can I feel it, a whisper of my beating heart that tells me it’s only a few minutes left before the train arrives and I see her again. To see again, the woman to whom my heart has been beating continually since I saw her beauty for the first time. It’s been many years of hope and countless dreams where, in a different world, we walked together through a meadow full of flowers.

After a few minutes.... a train arrives and hundreds of strangers flock through the opened doors. Among them, I finally see the unique, smiling face. She is here! We are here! This isn’t just a dream! Now, walking together side by side, we talk to each other in a real human language  and look at the medieval buildings that surround us. An old medieval square, still full of Christmas spirit, and two of us.

When the day had started, saying goodbye to let the heavenly, beautiful night take guard of all of us, deep inside my heart I started feeling like a person who was touched by an angel and suddenly I felt her hand touching mine. The sky was already full of stars. The moon, little street lamps, and a singing woman in the front of the old church, made the moment feel like my most wanted dream. Everything was precisely like a romantic poem written by God himself, who suddenly decided to show his existence and create this moment just for me, or maybe for both of us?!

I didn’t want to go sleep, as I knew that the next morning would be the last moment that we were going to spend together. I touched her hand, and stroked her hair while she was slowly awaking.  I gazed into her eyes like a paralyzed man that is unable to move. My soul was amazed by the special charm that only she has.

Time became my biggest enemy, running like an animal that cannot be stopped or slowed down by any human or its wildest prey .Our last walk where, for a moment, I softly touched her velvet-like hand. She will never find out how many tears of happiness were falling, not from my eyes but, from my heart.

Suddenly, we are standing at the same cold train station, where we must say goodbye and walk away into separate directions. I want to say so many words, adore her ‘til the last moment but, Hades has decided to ruin everything and take my happiness away from me.

The train has left, and now I’m standing right beside the God of the underworld who made me feel like my heart has been killed once again. I will wait for you, even though I must wait once again long 5 years.