Words r 4 the blind

I wish I never learned to speak. Words are worn out, repeated and eventually even the sincerest words loose their meaning.

I wish I only learned the language of eyes. There is nothing that can be hidden in that mystic speech. Eyes always tell the truth, eyes speak about what the mouth tries to hide. The beauty of it all is that the eyes choose who is worthy of our inner. That is something that not even our mighty mind can control.

No wonder that the mouth claims that "eyes are the window to our soul" is a cliché. Even the most righteous being would envy pure communication.

"just one look"

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I had a dream!

For about 5 years ago I had a dream. Not a Martin Luther King kind of dream, but still a dream that has marked my vision of love.

A couple walking, hand in hand on the beach has turned into the symbol of love. 

Some say a dream is just wishful thinking. But what do they say about a stranger describing your dream in details without knowing and even telling you who plays each part? 

Without going into explanations that some can't grasp; listen to that inner voice! Trying to ignore it may cause repeated dreams. 

Dreams are your inner voices way of showing you what you won't hear.