Can you picture yourself in a street? A large, hot, quiet and peaceful, soothing street; there’s no cars, no people around – only you, the warm Sun and the soft wind. Your eyes are closed and you feel completely at ease, not caring about anything – there’s no worries right now; everything is such a blissful sensation... You’re in a deep state of relaxation and nothing can make you balance out of your trance. Only when a big, round and freezing ice ball hits your neck you wake up and face a dark, cold and still desert however not peacefully pleasant street but a frightening unknown path, painful path you’ll have to walk alone – that path is called Heart-break and it’s a consequence from loving someone.

While you’re pacing in the unwelcoming street you recall that sweet voice and those meaningful words…

Those untruthfully beautiful words of love should have never been spoken! If you ever thought that was the best time of your life then it will be the worst.

Shakespeare, that man – sure, he was a dreamer. He would be the first to say that “Love goes towards Love”; that’s a total lie – Love grows towards tragedy.

Shakespeare was a Master in his game and the Artist above artists; how can someone so magnificent be so narrow-minded and defend that “Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better”? Is Shakespeare a complete lunatic? Sometimes, loving isn’t good at all…

Even the Great Poet was caught under this spell called ‘Falling in Love’ and does anything else besides writing stories about this witchcraft! There are so many different types, it’s insane – it’s like an epidemic you want to extinguish and can’t!

We can hear about ‘Childhood Sweet-hearts’ or the typical ‘Love-Hate Story’. There are some more messed up and complex than others but they all end up in Tragedy and Pain. “It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in us” they say; then ‘why can’t we walk away when we already know we are only going to get hurt and nothing good would come out of it?’ I say!

“The courses of true love never did run smooth”

Indeed, my dear Shakespeare, they never do and their ending it’s the sadder part…