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"I can't handle words... when I hear them, when I read them, they're lies..."
Maybe this is our last touch, maybe this is our last picture together, 'cause if the paper's crumpled up, nothing can put it back together. Soon we'll be other persons with other preocupations. Our occurences will become memories. And maybe, sometime, in more silently moments, they will reappear in our minds, but they won't be able to do anything else than touch us... I want to be managed by a dream, by the last dream of my childhood. I want to forge here, now, with you, my memories... I've always been living a dream... a dream that contains the eternity, or, that offers in a moment, in one moment the illusion of eternity... little pieces of truth, little pieces of hope... there are so many dreams which mirror real life! My dreams... and, the same as it happens in dreams, exactly when you're ready to believe in the authenticity of images it appears a wave that sweeps them all... It makes me remember of that piece of time we spent together... if life were the continuation of one moment! Now I believe, I believe foolishly... I know that I love and the words seem so petty, like breaking my heart; but I don't know, I don't know what's going to be later... because life isn't the continuation of one single moment. I've lived a lot of special moments with you. I wish they could repeat, I wish I could live them again, I wish I shouldn't have to make them memories...I'm afraid I'll cry because of their running... I'm afraid to leave this dream, not because of the future, because I don't wanna regret sometime this hurry... I don't know if the emotion of a moment ever repeats in another moment. Maybe they're unique. But they're beautiful because they're sweet and cruel, because they're cold an warm, because they're dream and reality... "No, they aren't lies for the ones who say them... they aren't lies for me... love isn't a lie."
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