Sometimes-6

Astrid Lovisa SAELLSTROEM
Anders Varg LARSSON
Sometimes-6 : The Someone....The Something...

...Немного волчьих мыслей - из прошлого и ..из настоящего...

"The Weak looking  for any easy way, quickly takes it all. And  the weak...have not a one thing . The Strong goes  to the dream , risking to lose all. But , in fact ,the dream costs it ? What is better ? To be with weak - it is easy, to be with strong - it is dangerously  - how to fly with a  wild wind. The Weak exist,  The Strong lives and dies - for itself and for the weak - for all...And if you are weak today - you can become strong tomorrow. Only...do not lose itself - and break your fear..."
"If you fly - you can fall off - but you flied. If you are afraid to fly - that you have already fallen off and never stand up..."
"They spoke, not ceasing,  half an hour  or is more...They knew - that is their last time... But , really,  their souls have departed to space,  also were united there..Yes, they understood,  that between them borders and the time . And this place is not for them...Their bodies never will be together, they  will not give children from this love...But, maybe , that happens these minutes is that thing for the sake of which it is necessary to live on this earth...An Angel on the Ground...Really, is there was the last time ??? Or that..that was born there - will revive once again ...sometimes..today... ?"
"We live in the world of illusions. To us painful to lose them. And still...
Lose the illusions ! And find yourself..."
"Something new was born now. We still don`t feel it,  but something was born and lives. The Sun go down...This light goes depth of the sea...What shall we see, when the sun will arise again ?"
"And infinite road to myself - every day and night ...always something new...something new was born, something new should leave the past. The someone departs highly to the sky, remaining on the ground..."
"Our ideas as water...Are born unexpectedly and instantly flow between fingers. Sometimes they like a lake, sometimes like a falls. As sometimes  is a tsunami. The enormous waves which are taking away lives. And sometimes waves simply destroy high tower of sand. Wet , wet sand , and it is more than anything. Waves leave us and together with them the pain disappears. You`ll  see the sea, infinite silence...hatred has left a bottom, there was only a love..."
"And here...Silent water after a tsunami...The Someone is silent as an ice. But the river flows also an ice thaws...slowly...what for to hurry up ? the love takes the time... If i love -  I wish freedom for you...yes, you are not a my thing... Now...Who requires this love - if it is so painful ? So it is lot of years of madness...but only madman can not grow fond of you...Waves will carry away all superfluous - far in ocean. All that is not necessary for you. And the love will turn to a tsunami  - not for death - but for love..."
"Sometimes you cry, but they see your laughter. Sometimes you laugh - and they see your tears. Sometimes I play too strongly. Sometimes , i know, i do it so painful....to you..
Good Night, Good Night, Good Morning, Good Morning...
I Love You"