Lovestory

  This last night in Goa was the darkest and most painful, full of love and suffering, tears and hot kisses. Our embrace, soaked in the pangs of parting and the unbearable feeling of impending loneliness, reluctantly parted at dawn.  Was it a night at all? Or something from the realm of fantasy, where you fall through invisible obstacles and fall, fall somewhere deep, clinging to barely perceptible shadows, hoping to remain in zero gravity, return to where this path began, but everything gets confused and mixed, and you are no longer able to control irreversible processes.  Dawn put everything in its place and we, exhausted, but still loving each other even stronger, went to the already beloved restaurant to have lunch and collect our thoughts. The journey was short, but I felt how tightly she squeezed me, as if in a vice, sitting behind on a scooter, and did not want to let go, as if someone was taking the most precious thing from her, and she pressed her whole body tigh...