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It is always here
No matter how far I travel
No matter how many strangers I have met
This is here my home
It is always here
As it is always you
The beauty elsewhere
The excitement elsewhere
The novelty elsewhere
My distraction could be a second even a minute
It is always here
And it is always you
In the end
Replacement
Moments you are not in my mind
I tell the sun
And all the beauty of this place
To be there for you
They are yours forever
While I am gone
The unique landscape
This view never fails me
Our story either
Let me think
In the past – In the last year I said that loving you is self-redemption. You had saved me. Somehow. In the lost path of mine scattered with insignificant feelings. Then you came. Offering me a new world. Renewing my soul.
This morning I woke up with the most awkward, terrifying thought. Do I still need to love you now that I am self-redeemed, now that I am saved?
Not that I am an ungrateful person. Not that you had saved me then we are almost done. Loving you the last past year had proved to me how capable I could love, how intense I could become when I fell in love.
It made sense to me but then it’s fading. The love and you. So airy. So light. So distant. Suddenly that thought: And if I don’t love you anymore?
Could it be gone the love? Or it is just temporary? Let me think. Usually I don’t think when it comes to love you. Now I have to think to feel. Usually I just feel.
What happened to me ? Is it the cold ? Is it the long winter? Is it because of all the trips far away from home? Is it because I feel so free?
Is it possible that I don’t love you anymore ? Just like that. The self-redemption stays with me forever. Is the love gone ?
Let me think. Let me think. Let me think.
I still want to love you. I just don’t feel it. Today. This damn morning of winter.
What is she thinking?
What is she thinking ?
White ice
Another country
Another beauty
A dry cold
Not a soul
Not a sound
Some boats passing by under the fog
My hands were almost frozen
Sometimes I heard in my head the song
You’d sent me in the morning
Most of the times it was me and the silence
The sky was so grey and heavy
If I could catch a ray of sun
I would wrap it in my frozen hands
And sent it to you in a postal letter
In an old way with envelop and stamp
I would like to bring you the flowers of spring
All I could see is white ice
Asking me to offer to you anyway
I would heat up the earth
To have you here and warm
Another country
Another trip
Same love
Same you
Visiting your country
Visiting your country
Without you
People were cold
They did not smile
Remind me of your smile
Our good times in your country
More sun than snow
Remind me of your warm heart
Different from everyone else
Visiting your country
Without you
Is realizing
Something is
Definitely missing
Lost and frozen
Longing for you
Searching for you
Too long
Too cold
Lost and frozen
Unfound scattered stones
Price of a long-distance love
Beyond sky
Above clouds
Beyond sky
I love you
Higher
Airier
