Passion

For thou hast been 

As one, in suff'ring all, that suffers nothing;

A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards,

Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and blest are those

Whose blood and judgment are so well commeddled

That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger

To sound what stop she please. Give me that man

That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him

In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, 

As I do thee.  

Hamlet, Act III, Scene II

Us II

A goner, replaceble.

Time, consumable, yet, unstoppable.

Broken heart, scarred.

Proved the healing.

Yesterday,

we are overrated,

but not now,

not forever.

Hands still together,

on the same stone,

by the river full of salmon i sit,

praying for another chance.

the end for a greater start

Us I

Buzzed the crazy hornet,

reeled above bloody roses, one to another.

A bear roared to his reflexion,

by the river full of salmon.

Wondering i sat, on the slippery stone,

making grasp of my hands.

It was here,i made my pray.

No time existed only a space,

but a space, not empty, for one not two.

I swore that two hearts would not fit,

if only two to become one.

As long as the hornet loved the flower,

the bear sought the salmon,

for eternity it shall be, i said,

you and me as one,

together to occupy this mother earth.

to be continued.