If Our Fate Had Crossed

02.03.20** 13:56

if our fate had crossed
in this land of dust and salt
i had
a few gifts for you

since it's not to be
for i don’t know
for how long
or death be upon us before this all
farewell is nigh
it might be


On Wed, Mar 2, 20** at 3:48 PM, kidu <kidu***> wrote:

what I was trying to say you about those tales yesterday... there is no any effort from my side in 'inventing' them - they just come on my mind. I may walk and think about different things... or even pray (talk to God, I love to do it while walking) - and then a phrase as a drop falls into my mind... and in some minutes or even seconds a whole plot is ready. I just have to go home and write it down.


02.03.20** 13:58

That’s good
keep at it

you have the important ingredient
that is the desire to write
keep at it
and it will be success.

02.03.20** 14:00

I am not talking about individuals, i am talking about human nature...

Nope Nadia... I believe u r being overly simplistic ... i believe you that you consider yourself above other human beings.... well, vanity is not such a wonderful thing either... it’s the preamble of lust...

you like playing games.... i am a simple male...
who are we kidding?
best of luck with your life...

farewell to time
for death is upon us...
we meet or not
make sure to take wise decisions
to the best of your abilities

I see the sunset nigh (near)
time of farewell and good nights
who knows when the fate entwines
as inconsequential as tonight

"And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning ——
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past"

The Great Gatsby -- last lines in the movie

Hurricane, excerpt