A man and a woman facing each other
with grace
with respect
with curiosity,
with humour...
Gently getting closer.
Slowly feeling at home.
He is telling her about his sister,
that he adopted,
and tries to save
from herself...
but he never knows if he'll see her again.
About his mother,
that loves him,
and likes picking him up from the airport,
but he doesn't visit a lot
and doesn't like her food.
He is telling her about the woman he wants to marry,
but she lets him down every time,
and it never happens.
About the woman he loves,
but their worlds are too far apart,
and he wants simple life, not complicated one...
About the woman who lived with him,
and loved him,
and also loved another man,
and lived with that man,
and again loved him,
and lived with him...
but it's already in his past.
Only the pain is in the present.
He is telling her about random women,
with whom he spent few nights,
few hours,
or none at all.
Women who are only photos to him.
He is telling
and she is listening,
diving into his soul,
his loneliness,
his lostness,
his hopes.
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