When I crossed the bridge of time, when I crossed the river of time and came to the other side, I saw the tree of life, which I have always wanted to embrace.
Do a dance, by the sea, with the people you love.
Orestis ran his hands from his shoulders to Voula's thin wrists, and there was silence, as the waves at his feet patted the sand. Voula and Alexandros went through unimaginable things when they left home to find their father. Voula looked down and saw the blood on her socks, she pushed Orestis away and ran away. She recalled what had happened in the back seat of the truck when she had hitchhikes earlier. The waves beat gently.
Voula and his younger brother tell a story: there was chaos at the beginning, then there was light, and then the light and darkness were separated.... The story was never finished, the mother came in, the light came in.
Where does the light come from, the light comes from God. Why did Christ not lead us back to the Garden of Eden. Why those who have sinned cannot be forgiven. Where can we go. Can our cry be heard?
The helicopter picked up the missing marble index finger in the water. Don't know the direction, maybe there is no direction, maybe there is no direction. Wherever we go, we all go home, we all leave home, we all settle down, we all wander, we all stay safe, we all go bumpy, we all go on pilgrimages, we all go into degeneration, all of us are restrained, all of us are indulgent.
Find the father, the imaginary father of Voula and Alexandros. God in our imagination. The God we cannot doubt, the God who cannot be disproved, the God who cannot be falsified. Those who have faith will always look for it, and those who do not have faith, like Rimbaud, have long declared that God is dead.
What devout believers Voula and Alexandros are. In front of the hotel, the escaped bride ran across the snow-covered road in high heels, and the groom chased her back. A man pulls a dying white horse, what a gentle horse it is, but it will take no more strength. Alexandros cried. For the first time, he left facing a fragile and beautiful life, the bride and groom and their relatives and friends in the snow behind him. There is no way to ignore such a picture. This is the appearance of all beings. From the perspective of God, if He wants to empathize with everyone, then He must feel joy, sadness, excitement, pain, joy, depression, peace, and excitement at the same moment. What I know is that God loves all people. He has infinite love and compassion. Then He must be able to do what he just said. If it is to be done, it should be in a quantum state, unobserved by anyone. Or He exists in the heart of every living being.
I don't care if God exists or not. Even if He exists, it doesn't help me much. Nor would I have any privileges or magic. God doesn't care whether I care whether he exists or not. Good, can pretend to be two parallel lines.
I care about love. What breaks my heart is poor Voula, the little lone ranger who matured prematurely and fell in love with a man like a Greek sculpture. He took Voula on a motorcycle and gave her and her brother the only love they received on the road. But soon, she found out that Orestis was gay. He was holding hands with boys in a bar. Ah - involuntarily fell in love with the wrong person, sorry, sorry. I am very sad.
Holding the little Voula, Orestis said: "It was the first time, when your heart kept beating, you thought you were going to break because of it, but that's it, the first experience was the same.
But ah, why do you orestis console poor voula. You can't fall in love with her why she should be so gentle to her, when she took her brother with her in despair and left without even taking her luggage. The broken heart will be broken even more because of you, will the broken heart still have a chance to recover? Maybe not, at least not voula. But to continue, they have to drag themselves down. Broken hearts can also continue, another broken heart is waiting for you to meet. Maybe keep waiting, maybe not tomorrow.
I'm going to cast a magic that doesn't exist in this world, the laws of physics are gone, so are the laws of increasing entropy, and I have my heart repaired, as before. But I won't do it.
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