Summer Rain
Description
What can the love in my soul be compared to another wonderful soul which is so far and yet so close of my self?
What can this symbiosis between two souls can be?
What can love be when you feel you cannot sleep at night, that every drop of dew becomes a crystal in your heart, when every breeze of wind has magical meanings?
What can love be when you feel that you want nothing more in this world that to be with the soul you love?
But what can love be in other transcendental realities?
What about our souls? Are our souls a waterfall, a true Niagara or a smile, a flirt of an angel? Are our souls a mere mood of a fairy or a lightening in a summer rain?
Our souls could be all of this and much more.
But what really happens in that transcendental reality when we feel we are truly in love, that we love so much that it hurts?
That the air in the room is unbreathable, that the sentimental, spiritual or physical distances kill us?
- Sorin Cerin quotes
Foreword
Words don't change their shape, they change their meaning, their function. They don't have a meaning of their own any more, they refer to other words that you don't know, that you've never read or heard. You've never seen their shape, but you feel. They correspond to an empty space inside you or in the universe.
By the time the sun opens his eyes to the world, both of us know that that was it. No more latenight calls, no more secret touches, no more midnight dates. There will only be me, and there will only be him, two people in separates lives.
The word love doesn't have its meaning to us as it used to be. The word that have never been spoken, that have never been slipped out of our lips or even rolled on out tounges. Because what we have, and what we feel is more than just a simple word.
It never bloomed, yet it never dies.
Because in him, I found my eternity.
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