We did not understand one other’s dreams, nor our bodies lying back to back. Instead of words, we used the swords in our eyes 'cause our lips, wrinkled by the worn out love, refused to move remaining stiff and livid. I don’t know if we could have even hear each other's hearts, or breathes... Perhaps, from time to time, perhaps one by one, when the good spirits were howling at us and hounding us as they returned from the world, they spun us round in tight circles, threw us into steep valleys, cornered us from behind the sun they kept hurling us towards the sea to plunge us into its depths, to drown our thoughts, to bring us back... into the light so we would no longer bear any guilt towards one another in this world. And just like that, we found ourselves one morning far away.
