Life is a dream, but to dream isn't to live.
I see him each night in my dreams, he is hear, by my side, sitting on the edge of the river, his hand in water, moving in flexible movement. Your face have a happy smile, your blue gaze look away the sunset. Yours blonds hairs grow up, now they arrive to your shoulders, your hair is soft, wavy locks and some go before thy face. I'm still a slightly behind to contemplate you, in all your splendor.
And without my noticing, your eyes turned to me, your eyes azure stare at me, I realize your position change, when you say my name so suave:
- Pocahontas...
My coal eyes, are lost in your eyes sapphire. I remains subjugated as always by the purity of your blue, your beauty, your sweet expression and tend. You smile at me, revealing your white teeth, perfectly aligned. By pure automatism, I smile, a happy smile, joyful.
These are the kind of moments I would have wanted to spend with you. Quiet moments where we'd just happy. At this thought, I feel my smile fade. I turn my eyes to you, to turn to at my reflection on the lake, I see my eyes to veil of sadness, pain.
I am far from you, I know you're just a mirage, a memory, get hooked me does not change my pain. It just makes my clocks painful, the harder life ... but my dream sweeter.
While I raise my eyes to you, I hear a shot, I sursautes and see you fall to the ground. I run to you, and when I touch with my hand your face, my vision blurred, I whisper your name:
- John
And I wake up suddenly like every time, every night for 2 years now, I reminder whenever that smile, that look, that face, that body I refuse to forgetthe one I cry every day. I dry the tears streaming down my cheeks, calm my heavy breathing, and as I get up every morning as if nothing had happened.
Before leaving my hut, I turn once more to the small table is placed a compass, compass. I close your eyes and whisper before leaving:
- I love you John ...