Her eyes are like a lake, where swans glide gently on a storm eve. Her smile is a flood that overflows within the hearts of those who doesn’t expect anything. However, her words are the ones that stick a flag in the soul and elucidate the true meaning of existing.
How could she imagine that on a simple spring afternoon she would find the owner of her certainties, of her greatest joy, of every atom of happiness present in this vast Universe? And all this happened because she is an intense ray of sunshine, mixed with a slight arrogance of those who knows so much, but also with the generosity of those who have a sparkling and resplendent aura.
Everything now becomes her, because she is like an unshakable symphony by Mozart, an opera with the most sad end or even a Hollywood romcom with a happy ending. It doesn't matter which is the narrative, it matters that it is intense, so it will be similar to her.
Why she is so far away though? Her tower is not made of ivory, but of thorns. There, a faithful knight that takes up his sword and holds the heart of his beloved. Amid mists, wind and lightning and there she tries to find in which exact place in this garden the warrior empress of her dreams is hiding.
Why so much fog? Why can't she be by her side, holding hands, on this Opera night in Vienna? Why is it an end without a beginning, is it damnation without a purpose, is it no without any possibility of yes? It is impossible and there will never be another one as impossible as she. It's like seeing the most beautiful oasis and being forbidden to enter.
And the curse has only just begun. When the ocean separates them, the sonata will turn gray and she will have to pull her passion out of her bowels. Because only then she will be able to try to seek happines again. Nothing will be like before. After her, only her, forever her, with all the love in the world, her.
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