it’s not september 11th. it’s every day which brings a fight to light, every day which makes someone cry or someone leave, every day with someone looking back with sadness.
two plus a rain, plus a walk, plus a dream, plus a night, plus a hug, plus a look in the eyes, plus an autumn, plus a whole world, make still two.
two plus a shadow makes two halfs, separated by history, by the eyes, by the mind and by all the seas in the world.
and when the day fights against our love, we need to fight back.
saying “it was written” is loosing without fight.
“maybe it’s better like this” is accepting the day taking charge over you.
today, nos morituri te salutamus!
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for sure I won’t give up even though this day is the worse ever, even though is one of that days when I want not to be born, not to have lived what I lived until now, but I won’t give up
PS: can you send me on my e-mail from my laptop our your computer the movie you made with ” I won’t give up”:)