This is our story.
It’s probably so boring and probably sounds so selfish, always naming myself, because I hadn’t been able to write it easily. But actually I wrote it not just as a witness, but most of all as a message to everyone, to witness what’s there in the borders of love and to share with you all the things I learnt.
Imagine how hard it is for a person who wants to go over obsession to write so much about the story he doesn’t enjoy remembering.
All the poetry behind those events, I can’t express it anymore. That’s why this story might sound so boring and exaggerated …
But I did my best, and I hope anyone reads this will live the same experiences I have lived as if they were me and learn all the things I learned with me, to make your lives better.
The Phoenix or Love shone in the abysses
And the sky retuned to shine blue,
The fields returned to be flourishing and green,
With their flowers petals in the wind,
The wind returned to be sweet and caring,
But still there are people suffering in this world
And still it looks gray to me because they’re suffering
And I want to join their journey with them,
Searching for fun is not my style,
It doesn’t make you happy,
You will die thinking: “I wasted my life”
There are not only our ashes,
Everyone is in ashes,
Everyone is in ruin
And suffers.
My true happiness is staying with you my friend
And travel in this lands with you,
I won’t leave you all down there just because I found the path to my happiness,
But I will point it for you.
May this fire bend us,
We come and go, who knows? We’ll meet each other again on our path
We’re always together.
May Love shine forever in our hearts
Even in the darkest hell.
May it lit your sight
And make you happy even in misery,
Amen.
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Desperate Witness of a Risen Dead
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