S: In the Indian songs they sing of restlessness, impatience, lack of peace. ‘Bechaini’.
A: In what context?
S: Love.
A: You have felt it?
S: You have not?
A: It is a question for a question?
S: Apparently. We rush towards them. Within the heart, a wild stallion rushes at full speed, impossible to bridle… Will they come? Do they still love me? Are we still together? The desire to meet them, to have them, it increases and increases…
A: It is true what they say. Love is a sickness.
S: I hope we all catch this disease. What is wellness if it is not love?
A: Everything cannot be love.
S: That is because the world is made by those that do not and cannot love. Or can only love themselves.
diary of a lone man 