Marin Angel
Loneliness...
You are surrounded by cheerful friends, laughter and pleasant bustle, music is playing, couples are dancing, but your soul is restless and you want to leave.
A rainy autumn day and an evening walk in the park have brought you sad thoughts and driven you into melancholy.
At home, a cold bed awaits you, an uncooked dinner, an open bottle of wine, a single empty glass on the table and... loneliness.
It's like rust... it started with a small empty space, it started from the inside and slowly eats away at you completely. It eats away at your romantic desires, your bright thoughts. Loneliness turns you into a creature with a sad look in your eyes. Your bright, colourful world begins to fade. Your lips have already forgotten what a smile and healthy laughter are. There is no longer a bright spark in your eyes, only complete disappointment and wild fatigue.
Disappointment from unfulfilled hopes, collapsed plans, empty promises.
Exhaustion from the endless search for happiness, from false love, pretended lies and a series of failures.
Loneliness... Time passes, years fly by and you get used to the idea of it.
It becomes the norm in your life. It becomes a part of you.
And you are a lonely wanderer, misunderstood by everyone, unloved by anyone, wandering through labyrinths, looking for a way out, waiting for help.
Loneliness is a dead end, a closed path.
A train that has derailed,
a road leading nowhere.
A swan that has strayed from its flock.
A dried-up lake...
A plundered nest...
Loneliness is the most exquisite test of strength of spirit!
M. A. L.
There is nothing more beautiful in life than love!
It is a great blessing to love and be loved.
Even unrequited love is better than no love at all.
Love is not only beautiful encounters with a loved one, passionate and delightful lovemaking, but also separations, expectations and experiences.
Sometimes love brings suffering and disappointment, but nevertheless, there is nothing more beautiful than love.
Only when love is present can one experience indescribable joy and pleasure from making love.
M. A. L.
Imagination is a gift...
...to hug and kiss your beloved, wish him good morning, walk with him in the park holding hands, cook dinner and set two plates on the table... and all this... when he is thousands of kilometres away from you...
The phone rings - you hear only a voice... you close your eyes, and your beloved is already sitting opposite you and talking to you.
You look at a photograph... and suddenly his lips stretch into a smile, his eyes sparkle brightly, he reaches out to you and pulls you close.
In the evening, you go to bed, and your bed is so warm, you feel his breath and his gentle voice whispers in your ear, ‘I love you!’
You close your eyes and see a magical dream... Imagination...
so that tomorrow... you can hug and kiss your Beloved again...
M. A. L.
Freedom...
What does freedom mean to you?..
To leave your small room, leave the city, move to another country or remain alone?
Will you feel free on a deserted island where there is not a single soul?
You will be alone, alone with the wind, the sun, the water, but will you be free?
Where to put your thoughts, how to erase memories, what to do to forget your desires?
Time... Will time help? Hours, days, maybe weeks or even years will pass, and you will get to know every corner of this island, swim to your heart's content, enjoy the sea breeze; time will change your thoughts, dull your memories, heal old wounds... but then what?
... Knowledge ... Will knowledge help? You understand why the sun shines, you have noticed the power of the wind, you have felt the divinity of water; you have learned where thoughts come from, how to get rid of wild desires, you have re-evaluated the past... and then what?
... Experience ... Will experience help? You can easily tell the time by the sun, you know when the tides come in and out, you feel the change in the wind; you have learned to control your thoughts, to get what you want, to forget the past... and then what?
What next? Have you felt freedom?
After all, your Freedom is only this island, this tiny little island, beyond which you always dream of going... to become Free again...
because...
Freedom is Movement...
M. A. L.
Passion...
Passion... . the burning fire of Love.
A spark... that fell on dry grass and only a light breeze.
Chains... that chained you to the cliff.
A stone... that fell into a stream and changed its course.
Ice... melted by the bright rays of the sun.
Nights... spent without sleep and eyes red from tears.
A body... desiring pleasure and comfort.
A heart... bleeding from unhealed wounds.
A soul... tormented by suffering and pain.
Passion... endless thoughts...
M. A. L.
Two Magnets...
Two different characters, two different cups of destiny...
Plus and Minus...
Minus and Plus...
Attraction... it arose suddenly, spontaneously, one small discharge... and - Rapprochement.
A lively gaze from the photograph... a bright spark i
