Sunday, November 1, 2009
Go
Everything is quiet.. the moon softly illuminates the terrace where until very late that night we sat and talked under its light. I still can feel the touch of your hand on mine, see the urgency in your eyes, in your voice, when you told me through your tears there was no more time. Now, alone, listening to the rush of the waves that brake un the rocks down below I somehow know G-d will keep you safe and I can tell you what my tears drowned off then. Go my love, if you must. Go. Is not that your...
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