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gothique et romantique

I am on the other side of the grid

Publié le 31 Juil 2012

There is this window, this grid. There is inside this other window open on which space? I will never know it. I always remained on the bad side of the wall vis-a-vis the grid, with the closed window. You do not open it. I imagine a dark, sad part where you do not come. You must live other side in the light. A garden, flowers, the sun, it is your universe. It is not any more mine since you isolated yourself from me. The bars of the grid are cold in spite of the heat of the last days. I touched them. I tried to draw above, imagining to twist them. Which madness? They are hard, stronger than me. You wanted them inviolable. They are it to protect you, to move away me from you. I saw your silhouette slipping furtively into the part, behind the window. I cannot affirm it. All went so quickly. I want to believe that it is you. But, I am not really certain. My memories mix. The doubt replaced my certainty. I am on the other side of the grid. The bad place if it is. That which you indicated me forever.

le sang de la nuit, la naissance de l'ange, decouvrez le dernier roman de steffan urell

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