Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги
R/H/
To touch a heart,
somewhere in the world,
only externally,
only gently,
like the night wind from the sea,
like the sudden feeling,
of being human.
S/P/
It is a thrill to sit at my desk at night, music оn the radio, typing away, empty Chianti bottles оn the table, and look out at the colored lights winking and shining…
I/B/
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.
W/W/
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.