Taro and I have not seen each other in four years. Four years since Ieft him on the shores of an ocean I can no longer see in my memory. The air stayed sweet on my lips for years, but now time is my enemy and my memory fails me. The only things I remember is the love. The love of touching skins, the love of silence, of hearts speaking to one another without words. In truth, he doesn't know how I look now though he writes me that he has not changed. But I have changed. I am not the girl that I was back then, lost, bitter. I grew into myself since we parted ways. Two gypsies who refused to succomb to love so fast and left each other for a greats unknown. Young pride is the clumsy weapon of fearful lovers. It will break your heart without you realizing it. Four years have gone by and I love him as I did that day, when the pillows of his lips last danced on mine.
Tell me, friends in the great space of strangers, should I go to him now?
I know where he is. Is it time for us to see of life will no longer keep our hearts apart? Or is it better do as a good gypsy should and live with no history?
What is worth more, love or freedom?
Tell me, friends in the great space of strangers, should I go to him now?
I know where he is. Is it time for us to see of life will no longer keep our hearts apart? Or is it better do as a good gypsy should and live with no history?
What is worth more, love or freedom?