- Jan Saudek - not believe, even for a moment, my dear love, I do not hear your call. echo in my mind and heart at every moment.
the other night, I came, clear and precise, the image of you sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, that your smile so sweet and knowledgeable on the lips and eyes, the outstretched hand to tell me: come here, where you going? this, only this is your place.
not believe.
I can hear you, anyway.
but I can not hear you, I can not.
see, my dear love, is a question of survival.
waiting for you was killing me, I could take any zest for life, energy to deal with the newspaper was absorbed in that expectation.
I survive, my dear love, and I know you would not otherwise.
but where do I go to hide that part of me that is for you born, you just know it?
land in which I have to bury it because it is silent, why stop tormenting me?
you, only you, know me.
you are always with me, take me.
I never abandon you.
you ever leave me.
that exists between us is forever, beyond time and space, beyond all other loves, besides the meat, as well as distances.
forever, my dear love, my head is under your hand.
you, the One.
no turning back.
