Tristan & Isolde

Dream and reality, love and death.

They fell in love because of a misplaced love potion and then they were displaced to an exclusive world of love.

Danger is crying out from the fragility of both body and heart.

 

I couldn’t relate to this. There isn’t mundane life inside. It was all dislocated from our real, humble yet endearing daily life.

I love you, only because you are in front of me and I know I have seen you before. I have seen you through days and nights, through your breaths in sleep and through your sweats. I have seen you living besides me and me besides you.

 

And then it is only against these real moments that we love each other like crazy people in dreams.


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