Love ... is what we live for

In any field, may it be work or a relationship, the Love of it is what makes the difference, being this, finally, the reason we live.
The longing of you, 
over my body, 
is causing me drowsiness
in the blackness of this night.
There is hope and passion,
love and nostalgy,
I stretch out my hand upon the wind,
and it seems easier to reach the clouds and stars
as they overflow to touch yours
wherever you may be.
My missing you is like the breath of death.
I dream of you,
right now,
and I’d prefer death to overcome 
so not to wake up from it.
Ayan

The longing of you, 

over my body, 

is causing me drowsiness

in the blackness of this night.

There is hope and passion,

love and nostalgy,

I stretch out my hand upon the wind,

and it seems easier to reach the clouds and stars

as they overflow to touch yours

wherever you may be.

My missing you is like the breath of death.

I dream of you,

right now,

and I’d prefer death to overcome 

so not to wake up from it.

Ayan

How I wish, how I wish you were hereWe’re just two lost soulsSwimming in a fish bowl,Year after year,Running over the same old ground.What have we found?The same old fears.Wish you were here…

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here…

What we had, is now in my dreams every night.
Ayan

What we had, is now in my dreams every night.

Ayan

A river of words that do not know where to go, 

pandering as a cat that wants to be caressed, 
they swim in my head 
and then they go down into the throat 
and want to be heard by one only person, 
a person who knows how to understand them, 
who can capture everything they have to say, 
someone who takes them down to keep forever, 
someone to whom I can dedicate them all,
without feer, without pain, free and strong. 
For sure it is not important how long it lasted, 
but it seemed enough, 
you’ve never thought about how many things we did
and how many we have spoken about, 
and how many sleepless nights we spent, 
nights of speeches,
walking nights,
of sex and remorse, 
of small quarrels, 
the taste of our kisses, 
chocolate and biscuits, 
the wet sweated and unmade beds. 
I liked you, you know, when you laughed, 
I also liked the way you took me and enjoyed it, 
I like you completely,
in your weakness and your strength,
the way you walked and the way you spoke,
I liked your eyes when they stared at me,
conscious of something too big for us both.
I guess though,
as I write these words,
you know, you might wish,
as I do,
but now all is far away.
Ayan
A river of words that do not know where to go, 

pandering as a cat that wants to be caressed, 

they swim in my head 

and then they go down into the throat 

and want to be heard by one only person, 

a person who knows how to understand them, 

who can capture everything they have to say, 

someone who takes them down to keep forever, 

someone to whom I can dedicate them all,

without feer, without pain, free and strong. 

For sure it is not important how long it lasted, 

but it seemed enough, 

you’ve never thought about how many things we did

and how many we have spoken about, 

and how many sleepless nights we spent, 

nights of speeches,

walking nights,

of sex and remorse, 

of small quarrels, 

the taste of our kisses, 

chocolate and biscuits, 

the wet sweated and unmade beds. 

I liked you, you know, when you laughed, 

I also liked the way you took me and enjoyed it, 

I like you completely,

in your weakness and your strength,

the way you walked and the way you spoke,

I liked your eyes when they stared at me,

conscious of something too big for us both.

I guess though,

as I write these words,

you know, you might wish,

as I do,

but now all is far away.

Ayan

A river of words

A river of words that do not know where to go, 

pandering as a cat that wants to be caressed, 

they swim in my head 

and then they go down into the throat 

and want to be heard by one only person, 

a person who knows how to understand them, 

who can capture everything they have to say, 

someone who takes them down to keep forever, 

someone to whom I can dedicate them all,

without feer, without pain, free and strong. 

For sure it is not important how long it lasted, 

but it seemed enough, 

you’ve never thought about how many things we did

and how many we have spoken about, 

and how many sleepless nights we spent, 

nights of speeches,

walking nights,

of sex and remorse, 

of small quarrels, 

the taste of our kisses, 

chocolate and biscuits, 

the wet sweated and unmade beds. 

I liked you, you know, when you laughed, 

I also liked the way you took me and enjoyed it, 

I like you completely,

in your weakness and your strength,

the way you walked and the way you spoke,

I liked your eyes when they stared at me,

conscious of something too big for us both.

I guess though,

as I write these words,

you know, you might wish,

as I do,

but now all is far away.

Ayan

The distance and some complicated situations may prevent a hug,
a kiss, a caress, but they can never prevent the thought of you.
Ayan 

The distance and some complicated situations may prevent a hug,

a kiss, a caress, but they can never prevent the thought of you.

Ayan 

There are only two days a year in which you can not do anything: one is called yesterday,the other is called tomorrow; so today is the day to love, believe, to do and, mostly, to live.
(Photo: An April morning in Prague, remembering us)

There are only two days a year in which you can not do anything: one is called yesterday,the other is called tomorrow; so today is the day to love, believe, to do and, mostly, to live.

(Photo: An April morning in Prague, remembering us)

I imagine you this morning here with me,
the sun shining through the windows of the room,
and all the rest is us.
Ayan

I imagine you this morning here with me,

the sun shining through the windows of the room,

and all the rest is us.

Ayan

Everybody loves somebody sometime
Everybody falls in love somehow
Something in your kiss just told me
That sometime is now

Everybody finds somebody someplace
There’s no telling where love may appear
Something in my heart keeps saying
My someplace is here

If I had it in my power
I’d arrange for every girl to have your charms
Then every minute, every hour
Everybody would find what I found in your arms

Everybody loves somebody sometime
And though my dreams were overdue
Your love made it all worth waiting
For someone like you

If I had it in my power
I’d arrange for every girl to have your charms
Then every minute, every hour
Everybody would find what I found in your arms

Everybody loves somebody sometime
And though my dreams were overdue
Your love made it all worth waiting
For someone like you

DEAN MARTIN 1964

The noblest kind of beauty is one that does not move you at once, that does not trigger stormy and intoxicating assaults, but it creeps slowly, almost inadvertently takes us away with it and that one day we suddenly find in our dream, and eventually, after having long been lying modestly in our heart, takes complete hold of us and fills our eyes with tears and our heart with nostalgia.

The noblest kind of beauty is one that does not move you at once, that does not trigger stormy and intoxicating assaults, but it creeps slowly, almost inadvertently takes us away with it and that one day we suddenly find in our dream, and eventually, after having long been lying modestly in our heart, takes complete hold of us and fills our eyes with tears and our heart with nostalgia.

I did not love you because of boredom, or loneliness or a whim. 
I loved you because the desire of you was greater than any happiness.
And I knew this …
Ayan

I did not love you because of boredom, or loneliness or a whim. 

I loved you because the desire of you was greater than any happiness.

And I knew this …

Ayan

I knew this

I did not love you because of boredom, or loneliness or a whim. 

I loved you because the desire of you was greater than any happiness.

And I knew this …

Ayan

I like to think that sometimes your silences cross mine …
like in the movies where she stops to watch the sea
and he wonders if he has done well to let her go …
and I wonder where these thoughts end … 
perhaps in dreams that the night lets us have,
then to disappear at dawn with the sun …
and he wakes up smelling the sea … 
a she wakes with a smile that she does not know how to explain …
Ayan

I like to think that sometimes your silences cross mine …

like in the movies where she stops to watch the sea

and he wonders if he has done well to let her go …

and I wonder where these thoughts end … 

perhaps in dreams that the night lets us have,

then to disappear at dawn with the sun …

and he wakes up smelling the sea … 

a she wakes with a smile that she does not know how to explain …


Ayan