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  • I recognized his soul because it was singing the wild songs of the wolves and carried the magnificence and the mystery of the leopards.I learned how to love his silences and read the language of his eyes.I understood that words were not important for him as they were for me.
    His eyes were for me the forest,his smile the most glorious sunshine in a Grey day.His arms were angel wings around my lost being where I felt safe for the first time in my life.
    I came from the other side of the world to be with him,to build a beautiful necklace of memories together that were going to last for an eternity.The dream changed like happens to most dreams in our lives.Our time was always short.It was always something or someone that did not allow us to be together.We spent stolen moments of time.In our presence the hours always run and never walked.Time was jealous of our togetherness and disappeared so fast.Minutes became seconds,days became a flash and I saw the hours running away from us leaving the reality in front of our hearts that always had the essence of a too fast goodbye.
    I wanted to be with him,to share all the wisdom of my soul,He was always with someone else.In a different landscape to mine.We connected through our voices every night when touch was so important for a final bonding.It was more to my request than his.I knew things he did not know like how important was to keep our hearts in touch even through the distance.but hearts do not have to be told.They just know because when real love visits them they speak the same language.Maybe it was not real love after all,just my need to manifested it in my life.
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