Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
You’re like the white tobacco flower that waits for the dark to release its scent. оnce evening comes, you can’t smell anything else; it puts the roses to shame.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
May you fall
in love with
someone,
who never
gets tired of
saving you
from your
own chaos.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Let me hug you tight, and I’ll make you feel how important you are.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I have to be able to be honest with you, otherwise there’s no sense in it for me, and losing your trust would be the worst thing that could happen to me.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I learned
the tense and slender
warmth of your body
almost by heart.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you;
As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I have, as you know, a passion for hands, which are more revealing than faces.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I learned simplicity, learned slowly and with difficulty how unassuming everything is, and became mature enough to put simplicity into words. And this all happened because I was able to meet you, back then when for the first time I was in danger of surrendering myself to formlessness. And if this danger always finds a way to return and always returns larger and stronger, it is also true that the memory of you grows in me, the awareness of you, and it too keeps strengthening.
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