Something romantic, something psychotic

If there is something that can define the concept of sadness in this life, it is in her eyes. Those eyes could drain your soul and almost suck the colours out of your skin as soon as they met your gaze. Just as though that was their very single purpose of existence.

I met Julia on a Tuesday, I don't know why I remember such unimportant detail, but I'm quite sure of it. I am also certain that the sky had this pretty amazing set of clouds with the most beautiful shadows on them, shadows that I only got to see for a split second.

I was leaving my house and was opening the door gates when I saw her, walking straight to me across the street, with the power and  the speed of a catwalk model, looking directly into my eyes. At first I did not know what to think, or do. I simply smiled politely maybe thinking that she would ask for help or had a question to ask. As soon as she was as close as 4 feets away from me,  she proceded to jump at me, to hug me tightly and to kiss me violently on the lips. Her silky, black and long hair smelled like cocoa, her hands were shaking as she held my face in a very unsettling way,  and her heart was pounding fiercly, I could tell. In some kind of shock, I simply stood there, felt her warm breath, her soft lips and her urge for a few seconds before I was able to react. When I finally did, I gently pushed her away by her shoulders.

"I am not sorry" she said as soon as she removed her lips from mine. "I just hope you're not seeing anyone, Daniel, but I'm not sorry at all", she continued.

"How do you know my name?, what is this?" I asked.

"I know this: I love you, can you love me too?" Her pleasing eyes had this unusual color, somewhere between light brown and yellow, with some green too. Her face had the expresion of a woman who is dying of desperation.

"Is this some kind of a joke, a prank?" I asked, taking a few steps back, away from her. She was tall and strong. I am too, more than her, but I was not sure about what had just happen, and I did not want to take more chances.

She just stared at me, like waiting for me to do something. I asked her if she was feeling okay, if she was in some kind of trouble.

Instead of replying, she look deeply into my eyes and I could feel the pain, not sure where or how, but my body felt so heavy and my head so light. Her eyes irradiated this extravagant urge and an exotic tension that was so atractive and frightening at the same time. After what I would say was about one or two minutes of an unstoppable gaze between us, she  suddenly pushed me with such strenght, that I ended up in the floor, watching her getting into a car and driving fast, away and forever. 

Well, forever is not the word I would use now, but it is certainly the one I would have chosen as fit (hoping ot to be) on that very day.

oh d'accord

Elle marche sur un chemin très bien connu, lequel où le coeur est brisée et l'esprit perçoit quelque chose amusé.  Bien sûr que personne peut d'y s'enfuir. Ahh et laissez-moi corriger: elle ne marche pas, elle court, ouais, et si rapide, si l'on veut, et aussi avec les yeux bien fermés.

Au moment où elle ouvre les yeux, elle peut bien regarder toutes ces verités cachées au ce beau jardin. Les fleurs l'ont raconté les histoires et les fables sur des petites nuages vertes qui viennent chaque dimanche sans arrête. Le sentiment qui accompagne l'odeur du coleur rouge est vraiment indescriptible, légèr, éphémere. Lorsque le vent arrive, la douleur des souvenirs peut se sentir dans la peau, puisque la misére et la joie, ils sont les deux aussi profondes et dures.

Le petit  jaune  chat qui lui suivret partout  a: un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix faibles taches sur la peau. Parmi les arbres elle trouva une lettre très delicat dans laquelle se déroule le message le plus belle du monde entier. En lisant si doucement, elle décide de s'endormir.

Oui, c'est un décision car même quand elle a couru depuis long temps, elle ne se sent pas épuisé ou fatiguée.

Il faut ne pas oublier que c'est absolument essentiel de rêver et sommeiller de temps en temps.

échec deux

oh je suis vraiment desolée, j'avais oublié que je ne sers que a décevoir a tous, que la sang dans mes veins est mauvaise, et que tout est rien et je ne veux pas aller a aucun lieux.

Hallå, det känns som att jag betyder ingenting.... som att jag vill att dö