Khamosiyaan....

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you............

"Yesterday when i was lonely sitting writing some notes, i felt a breeze passing through the net of my hairs, i felt as if it whispered something in my ears, which i cudnt recall although i tried a lot.... i closed my eyz for a min, i saw a picture of a face in my eyes, in search for that i opened my eyes, but i was unable to see anyone around in the garden while moving through soft grasses, i felt as if someone i moving my side, touching my shoulders,holding my hands, but when i wanted to find:who was it i wa unable to find him. yesterday when i was lonely sitting. a breeze moved trough my ears shaking my ear rings.... which made a sweet soft note of love, i felt as if u have shaken my ear rings, as it was moving with so much pleasure, kissing my cheeks, then when i stopped writing... i understood itz my dream, thats want to hold ur picture itz my imagination, thats want to imagine u and only u itz my feelings, t...