He looked like someone who looks at what is known, trying to discover what lay beyond the mystery of his dark eyes, as dark as I had never seen, as deep as I had never imagined.
He looked as if for not knowing what I knew in advance which of those things that did not understand, he drew in the soul without meaning. This rare
question of things even before the words, to listen beyond the silence, to look beyond the darkness, know the tears behind the smiles.
As if a hand painted in your soul what was happening, as if an invisible engineer a film for a single viewer ...
Certainties, images, sounds ...
All I wanted was to banish forever from his life that sense of feeling ...
What most wanted was banished forever from his life ...
concluded that all had gambled and lost everything, but despite that, did not feel weak, but quite the opposite.
Because there is no greater weakness than one who does not risk losing even ... of looking without knowing you are looking for, just by looking, without any horizon
He was distant, absent, gone, no looked back, he was one block from the station, watching the last train
