Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.