Hi, I'm Aleksandra Flora and this is my notes for "The Romance with Time" a novel that should been written already a years ago but will be tell like this for the "moment".
A person’s life, his thoughts - soul and feelings and society, then where common values are built and where there are different communities, how many shit in the world, so many “worlds” in the country and the more popular and beautiful the city, the more doors to different parts of the world he thus has. History, philosophy, religion, education, the world is built so that people do not have agreement among themselves, but how is a person created? Whose opinion do we listen to and whom do we believe?
Culture & Style
Mirror... as we see this Wor(l\r)d.
Is this blood or wine?
Is this flesh or clay or what else u call it?
Do u lie or it just to lie or what did u say?
Sword and in prison Soul
How High u have to be?
And how many "souls" will be to entomb One into the Body?
One life has passed
The soul get free from narrow borders
New perspectives, new vistas, from heart break through and breaking life
The hard, the shell that life like sore, wants to overcome
The flesh is new, not look the same as soul calling, as sea line "to increase".
One love died with a heart, body is an empty vessel. The new Love displaces causeless affection to pain from once happened, with all its consequences because of the lack of reasons for what happened to fall in love, as if the body could only suffice for the soul, but the body needs much more, and the soul is just an aspect. So the body responds to love when before it could not be released. Just like the path, which was only hard because of love, it is now clear from a symbols that captivated the spirit and ready for the others to collect. But the soul only hopes that it does not let the body feel any need other than new love. The body cannot deceive the soul, it is ordered by its own tongue. The only thing that can satisfy the truth is the same signs for the same vision, all also looking at that second soul, in order to figure out how many there are or is it just one, otherwise this vessel, this clear mind coul be full by something. Gold captivates the eye, like love makes a slave out of a person, we cannot be persuaded otherwise, conversations are part of the plan. Or deaf or blind you need to stand to open the door so that the past dissolves and only your heart feels as to see as hear it - the heart to break, without which life would be interrupted if not be a second one - the Soul, the body.
And this emergence in a new life, like a riveted look into the eyes of your new love, which eventually becomes either the only one or saving one, but will no longer destroy your soul, even if it dooms you to suffering in life, everything can happen, but even loneliness will not deprive you your soul - your body.
