Sometimes love is deceiving. And she fell into that death trap: she fell in love with a man who, apparently, seemed madly lost in her, thus returning the feeling. But it was all a lie. The story goes that she noticed this as she sneaked up one night at a bar he used to go to, catching him flirting with another woman. Desperate for what happened, she killed her beloved and ran off towards the lake. The screams behind her became intense as did the words: "murderess" they all exclaimed and, while they accused her of murder, she threw herself into the lake and drowned. The bitterness in the mouth and the thirst for revenge led the spirit to watch over that lake for eternity. It is not known exactly what the consequence will be if you stumble into the depths of the abyss, but it is said that she is ready to take away any man in love with her. So beware, from the depths of the waters you could lose sincere and pure love by totally destroying yourself.
I feel everything as if it were empty.
Nothing around. I fumble in the deep darkness.
Just a light.
Just a thrill in the air,
your eyes looking at my soul.
I have nothing, but I have You,
therefore I have everything.
All around vibrates in the ether only one thing, you.
Like constant beating of wings that your heart remembers.
A vibration.
A thrill.
Contact with silky skin.
An emotion that revives.
Mild.
Intense.
Fiery.
Passionate.
A kiss resting on smooth skin.
Eyes that like windows open onto an enchanted world.
A world that is your soul ....
Waking up, opening your eyes to each other.
A hug of looks.
A smile and the morning opens ...
Here is a new day.
Here I look forward to seeing myself still in your eyes.
I need to hold you tight. Dip your face in your hair.
Smell your perfume, suck you inside me.
A heart drowning in murky waters of sadness.
He gasps, desperately looking for the air of your smile ....
Narrow is the heart.
I darken the soul.
Then here it is your smile and it lights up in the morning.
A light breeze brings your perfume so that my nostrils can be filled with it.
Breeze that is like your caress.
The face of the sky is now day,
greets those who have a place already reserved in their hearts.
A place imprinted in the heart,
carved into the soul.
And you watch yourself walk the path of your life, that path already traced, already decided, that path that you have not plowed, that path that does not reflect you in the least, that path decided by others for you. And you watch yourself walk along it, without doing anything.Without rebels, so with his head down, accepting his path. And you stay like that, empty, walking almost by inertia in a life you don’t like, in a life that doesn’t belong to you, in a life that walks without you. And why are you there? Because you don’t want to hurt the people you love. They need you and you can’t leave. You can’t choose a different path and leave them in pain. You are always underwater. Stay among the algae. You never re-emerge. Feel the cold of your destiny. You can’t get rid of who you are. You will never be able to live your happiness without making others suffer. Therefore you are imprisoned in the waters of destiny.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 