Again

Stones again

Stones survive decades and decades…

That night I thought about all passing stories of love, missing, longing, hatred, jealousy, lamentation, and heartache…  and I thought that these stones survived them all… how many longing eyes watched them desperately, how many holding hands walked in the shadow of these specific columns… how many sun set on their shoulders…

And they survived…

What make these stones divine; it is not only history and mythology it is all these passing years of feelings.

Not only by nights’ count, that the time is measured, sometimes, one single second could create History.

 Missing again

And you just want to crush the distance, the time, the fate, the fear and just say

“I still love you”

Hope again

That you appear again in a flying pigeon, a blossom, a word, a song, a breeze… in a shining star over old stones

Just appear again