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  • She closes the window and barefoot walks from little cloud to little cloud towards her bed. She sits down, her back against a disappearing wall. Surrounded by the darkness of the lonely cold night, she caresses the black veil around her while she tries to smell his scent, hear his voice, feel his touch. She chases shadows in the night while breathing love and passion, while exhaling love and passion. But she touches nothing except for the black veil imprisoning her in the cold lone, chilling her olive skin.

    She’s chasing shadows without knowing what she needs to find. She lost the memories of the way to him, of his touch, of his scent, of his smile. But she still feels the love for him and she still whispers “love… love… my love…”. And her heart is what’s guiding her and what will finally tell her what she’s looking for in the darkness.

    What’s that? The moon? No, a star. But, how to get there? It’s all so dark…

    She keeps chasing shadows and oh, wait! She chases a smiling Eagle who asks her to climb on her back. So she does and up they fly, they’re getting near. But, what will she find? Even though she’s dreaming, she knows sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul and leave the pain, she’s scared of what she might regret. But the eagle sings and it’s all ok.

    She gets to the star and feels his touch, breathes his passion, his love. She remembers and follows the way, running barefoot, following his scent. There he is. She whispers “I love you” full of fear and waits. She knows it’ll be ok. She’ll take her things, he’ll take his and they won’t need any wings to fly, to love, to smile.

    Tick tock... tick toc... The time is near...
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