I was
running for my life, knowing that if I looked back it would be the end of me.
My life
depended on a brutal getaway in a place that I knew not.
With a
punch of adrenaline I turned upon a crowded sidewalk ledge of an alien
metropolis, colliding once again with a familiar chest in the mass of moving
bodies.
As I looked
up I could not stop the joyous outpour that resulted in a heartbreaking smile
upon my face. It echoed in a twisted way also in his eyes, shaking some inner
conviction. Still shivering from an intoxicated ambrosia delight of once again
meeting this man-shaped creature, I was swept into the moving masses of partly
frozen and angered expressions.
( continued )

Protams šodien ir Valentīna diena un gandrīz vai ir pienākums visiem samīļot vienam otru un darīt dažādas romantiskas lietiņas.
Savā ziņā esmu vienmēr bijusi skeptiķe ja runa iet par mīlestību, protams tā man ir un esmu to apdzejojusi neskaitāmas reizes, bet tīri teorētiski arī spriedusi par šīm lietām.
Man negribas sacerēt neko jaunu un jau ļoti ilgi neesmu to darījusi, tāpēc padalīšos ar nelielu retrospekciju šajā tēmā manos agrākajos darbos.
Vispirms nedaudz filozofijas par tēmu, kas mani pārņēma vēl 2004. gada oktobrī:
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