[The visceral need is felt to write. I hand over the word agile and flexible with my mind. My pen fly on sheet the image of a young skater a little too crazy.]
Having faced death. The nearest and closest. Then the sadness that results. Having endured loneliness and pain of his acolytes still. After making love with full force, never to be fooled. After death, again, again and again. Even bruised, dirty, trampled by the mockery. Riddled with lies. Only one thing remained: his heart beat, always such a sweet melody that was not ready to stop. She persisted, as light as the notes of a piano that stays in your head for hours and hours.
But why? For whom?
To try to find the missing part. This piece of the puzzle that is missing from his life's work. To find this missing piece, like a missing twin. Find and be one.
At these thoughts she smiled while her eyes were drowned in the contemplation of the River. Even after the disheartening discovery of unattainable love, she was still there. It may be too looked back, but it was to work backwards: to admire the past and better understand the future.
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