Too many words
April 21, 2014 at 1:39am
Dreams had miraculously become reality, while reality had become an unreal dream. Everything seemed to be mysterious and unpredictable. With no control over the future, everything seemed pre ordained. Fate was a worldly magician, making jokes that people could not handle. He had created imagination and ideas, and in the end made none of it come true, he created disappointment, chimera and falsehood, and then put idealism and hope into the minds of men. One by one, I remember past loves. Perversely, those I had loved most were those I had no chance of marrying. Now, what I was going to marry was a hope, a body living inside a dream... Idealism had never coincided with reality, and yet I would now marry an ideal. How was this thought to be explained? There are those who say that love is giving but what did I have to give her? I had nothing, not even love, not even tenderness. In the beginning, marriage was not the result of love, but the child of chance. One of the poets had it right when he asked "do either of you or I know what love really is?"
