[e-uritura]

There is so much love, behind everything. Behind every said and unsaid word. Behind every done and undone gesture.
People pass along.
Nothing stays the same.

How did you come to me? To what shape? In what disguise?
I see us. True.
I feel like I crash the walls.
Where were you?
I spoked to you last night.
Lord, who are we for you?
Did you know? "

Till then, Stranger!