Member Thevenor

Writer

Many of us have probably been silently in love most of the time. Keeping that memory like a letter. A testimony to those moments of uncontrollable turmoil. It happens when two people, strangers to each other, look at each other and take another unseen step forward. A coincidence in the form of an arrow, piercing both their hearts at the same time. The change becomes evident when a new lens is placed over their eyes. Completely changing their perspective, and the world they knew until that moment blossoms once again. Often, in the secret covenant between the exchange of glances, it is said that one part of the string is weaker than the other. And when the flame becomes too strong, one of them is doomed to fall. The valley of oblivion is the place where unrequited love is a beast whose brutality tears the souls of its inhabitants apart. The weapon of this beast is a two-faced illusion. The past and the present. A constant back and forth between the room with roses that was, and the empty room, without doors, without windows, of now. The storm of fire, from the moment it appears, and with its end, remains frozen, unchanged in time. And who knows, maybe forever.