"The Course Of True Love Never Run Smooth," - Lysander, A Midsummer Night's Dream
[Dietro Casa - Ludovico Einaudi]
The familiar road led to an unfamiliar place, for the memory of it did no longer apply. All had changed and been replaced, perhaps even the people of the people he knew. He lingered around, his eyes gazing towards the empty windows which reflected no answers, no life. Was she home, or was she out? he wondered.
Meanwhile, she sat alone in the dark flat, recalling the brief time they shared and visualized him in front of her. She missed him so terribly that the nights needed to be filled with the rippling sound of the TV. It was obvious for her at the moment, that she was the only one of the two who dreamt about the past. Unaware that he was standing outside in the newborn park, amongst the bed of flowers over their meadow's grave.
Both wishing for the same thing, and doubting for the same reasons, yet standing worlds apart. Oh why dreaded love, why are thou so cruel?
"Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night;
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and Earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold',
The jaws of darkness do devour it up.
So quick bright things come to confusion." - Lysander [about love], A Midsummer Night's Dream
The familiar road led to an unfamiliar place, for the memory of it did no longer apply. All had changed and been replaced, perhaps even the people of the people he knew. He lingered around, his eyes gazing towards the empty windows which reflected no answers, no life. Was she home, or was she out? he wondered.
Meanwhile, she sat alone in the dark flat, recalling the brief time they shared and visualized him in front of her. She missed him so terribly that the nights needed to be filled with the rippling sound of the TV. It was obvious for her at the moment, that she was the only one of the two who dreamt about the past. Unaware that he was standing outside in the newborn park, amongst the bed of flowers over their meadow's grave.
Both wishing for the same thing, and doubting for the same reasons, yet standing worlds apart. Oh why dreaded love, why are thou so cruel?
"Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night;
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and Earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold',
The jaws of darkness do devour it up.
So quick bright things come to confusion." - Lysander [about love], A Midsummer Night's Dream
