Do you know what is the most fearful side effect for stories like ours? The hope.
That train of useless expectations that hits you even when reason, by slapping you, shows you the evidence of your mistake. And the moment you realize it is a perfect trap, you feel a cut in your stomach and give birth to another you who is the wrong shadow.
Destiny gives you only one chance and condenses it into a single exceptional instant, too short for anyone. Not for us.
Two complete strangers, two unconscious fools who meet in front of the sea, in need of wind and wet kisses.
A Taersìa of senses, an upheaval of the soul that breaks the dams of a disdainful surrender. I discovered the pain of loving and learned to love it, that pain.
I breathed in the light of your liquid eyes, I touched your scent and tasted your skin. I can't be wrong. You made me vibrate and tremble and then pray. Pray for it not to end.
Pray for it to end.
Do you know what is the most fearful side effect for stories like ours? The hope.
That train of useless expectations that hits you even when reason, by slapping you, shows you the evidence of your mistake. And the moment you realize it is a perfect trap, you feel a cut in your stomach and give birth to another you who is the wrong shadow.
Destiny gives you only one chance and condenses it into a single exceptional instant, too short for anyone. Not for us.
Two complete strangers, two unconscious fools who meet in front of the sea, in need of wind and wet kisses.
A Taersìa of senses, an upheaval of the soul that breaks the dams of a disdainful surrender. I discovered the pain of loving and learned to love it, that pain.
I breathed in the light of your liquid eyes, I touched your scent and tasted your skin. I can't be wrong. You made me vibrate and tremble and then pray. Pray for it not to end.
Pray for it to end.