erkki77

She took his hand and then she kissed M and ... all at once she let him drop running for the train to Paris but the actual touch of her lips lingered in his hearth. That remained ... in all that years of his life ahead ... the long years withouth her  ... with never seeing her or hearing from her or knowing anything about her ... if she was alive or happy or dead or what ... that kiss stayed locked inside M sealed in himself and never went away that one touch of her lips

Life and death are following our steps everywhere we go, black and white, good and evil, laugh and cry, there is no balance they are all extremes, only beauty and love can touch them What is the taste of death? Metal, burning plastics, rotten waste, rats pissing, giant carnivore worms, nothing of this, death is cold, deep cold, mickkey the kid was sure about that Then what is the taste of life?