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- Tell me what you see. - I see you, and.. that's all I see. - Don't look at me. - You're beautiful. How can I not look at you? She blushes. - Look right in front of you. Stop looking at me. - Okay..  He nods. - What do you see? - I see… I see the horizon. - …and? - And it's beautiful. - Find another word for it. - It's something far. - What's the horizon? - What is this? An interrogation? - Not really, I just like to tease you. He smiles - So? What's the horizon? - You're stubborn. - You're breathtaking. And cute too, but only when teased. They laugh; he looks at her and says. - They say the horizon is this fictive line, ri

i. My head aches terribly.         You don’t understand.         You see me smile, but you never say,         that you like it.         Perhaps you would rather see me cry.. Perhaps.         Your hand still slides on me, and I want to rip it.         That for once, just once, it stops,         surprises itself, glues itself on a piece of skin.  

It’s true that I advance (still), that I could become almost somebody, be almost beautiful, and that I can, sometimes, be proud of myself. I know that words fly, that they come and go. These things never change, and always make me lose my head. With your eyes of a lost young man, touched by life, you came to find me, in me, even where I never wanted to go again. Never let anyone in. I wanted to detest these nice promises, these light illusions. Here I am, naked. Do you see this open heart that’s beating constantly, feeding itself with dreams of easy girls? They sell themselves, they try no matter what: they should live. So th

I told my head to stop talking about you. But my head wants to write you. And it’s writing you all the time. I told my head to kick you out of its corners, but it won’t listen. I am controlled by your presence in me. You keep wandering and I can’t even tell when you’re here and when you’re not. My love, I forgot. I didn’t want to lose a thing. And I forgot. Forgive me. My love, I was scared. Scared of myself, scared of you, and you could never know. I can’t sleep. There’s a dance of regrets in my mind and unhealed wounds in my soul. I want to love you at least for a lifetime, and always find you, b