What?
(a rough translation)
I haven't met you, and it's like I know you.
I don't know what you smell like and yet I can feel you.
The depth of your eyes when I look into them.
My legs are weak, I'm dizzy. My head is spinning.
What if I never meet you?
What if I mistake you for another face?
And yet I wait every day,
for the moon that shines in the day.
I haven't met you. I only know you from pictures.
I found you in the marketplace of faces.
I'm not sure. Is that enough for love?
I'm dizzy, my head is spinning. Your eyes shine.
What else?
We live in strange times.
The world has gone a little crazy.
People are pointing guns at one another.
Illness weakens both body and spirit.
And yet there is room for love.
And the truth?
That is the essence.
We long for love.
We long for closeness.
For touch.
For a smile that warms the heart.
For a kiss.
For the one that says it all.
It calms a troubled mind.
It dispels the gloom that weighs on us.
Suddenly, nothing else matters.
Or does everything matter?
Everything comes together as one.
Suddenly, it all makes sense.
And our minds will be at peace.
I know I'm out of touch with reality,
but I'd like to know you.
Crumpled up in the morning,
by afternoon, out of breath,
tired at night.
I don't actually know if you're amazing.
I just believe you are.
Almost every problem has a solution. Often, dismay comes before a solution.
Life is finite.
When it ends, you cross out every problem. You cross out its solution, too.
Where?
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