Hush now, don't cry
Did I tell you about the pigeon? The one that came to be my emblem for those days I wasn't with you?
Well, I saw him again today. He stood, little and lonely, on the sidewalk of Calea Victoriei. Didn't move an inch. He kept his wings tight to the body and his head a bit leaned on a side, as if he was searching for something. But no... his red eyes looked empty. It was as if he too was lost in the See of Thoughts, far away from the noisy street and the people that almost stepped on him. He didn't move at all. I repeat this to you, so you could picture this small and delicate creature, standing tranquil, lost near the boardwalk and just letting things go by him. One might think he was waiting. What for? Now, now, who has the time to talk to a dove, my love?
We met for a few brief seconds. I was in a hurry and didn't have the time to cut off some more insignificant seconds. But it was enough for me to know. His mind, his sadness, his patience, his blight. I left him in that same position and glimpsed upon him while crossing the street, about 50 m away. Still no change.
Well, I saw him again today. He stood, little and lonely, on the sidewalk of Calea Victoriei. Didn't move an inch. He kept his wings tight to the body and his head a bit leaned on a side, as if he was searching for something. But no... his red eyes looked empty. It was as if he too was lost in the See of Thoughts, far away from the noisy street and the people that almost stepped on him. He didn't move at all. I repeat this to you, so you could picture this small and delicate creature, standing tranquil, lost near the boardwalk and just letting things go by him. One might think he was waiting. What for? Now, now, who has the time to talk to a dove, my love?
We met for a few brief seconds. I was in a hurry and didn't have the time to cut off some more insignificant seconds. But it was enough for me to know. His mind, his sadness, his patience, his blight. I left him in that same position and glimpsed upon him while crossing the street, about 50 m away. Still no change.
Remember I was telling you about this pair of in-love doves, the past spring? How they always flew together and never left each other's sight? How they were surfacing the sky as if were dancing on this unknown tune that only far-gone hearts would recognize? And they kept on coming my way, accompanying me everywhere I went? Yes, it's true. They had a cute, silly way of showing up when I least expected them to. But, miraculously enough, where I'd least... That was: the beach, out of town, other cities and even in the quiet heart of mountains, where it took to get - by car - 'bout an hour. Always surprising me, always making me smile. In time, I gave a kind and timid thought to see whether they'd appear up above. Perhaps in my moments of uncertainty or bliss. They'd always come and, with their circles, gave me back confidence. While being completely in love, I used to salute them, as a way of us respecting this feeling: they'd flew side by side and make a turn and I'd nod, lower my eyelids and put on a shy smile. Never thought these coincidences would turn into a way of communicating with so fragile and ignorant, almost innocent existences. I refer to both doves and feelings.
When winter came and along with her, so did the frozen hours of your drifting away, I noticed their absence. Not seeing 'em for a while glued the distrust of my own ability to pass this cold season with hesitation, both in my acting or speaking. The nothingness! Guess winter had a ingenious crafty sneaky way of marking her presence throughout everything. The still waltz, the gloomy absence, the heaviness of white frost over the trees, the silent endurance of steps made one after another...
Hush, pitic. You're so in love.
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