• the love and the death....
    sometimes they are like a friendly bullet
    who pierces the real skin of our own existence

    sometimes...we need that kind of forces for taking ourselves to worlds of inmaculate nature...to our ownworld of pain and joy the same ones who saves us...
    the same one who kills us...

    death is like love and the love is like death...both necesary...both hurtfull sometimes...both united by the hand of life...

    in these continually changing times they're mostly the same...Only these flowing emotions, events,violently, painfully makes time stop with the power of life and death...


    everything good seems to be ending
    Within the neverending death in cooperation with love
    what more can be lost?...just your life and what makes you live...the love itself

    but...the death is not the end , the truly end is when the love dies....

    its strange , love means ''never dies'' but...sometimes it just dies without reason...

    the death...just happens...the love...just makes you live forever