I'm alone. Tears have become clouds after rainy days. I'm alone. Gazing through the window of lost melancholy I have realized that you are my solitude. If you are this peace, with whom am I? I'm alone. Unchained, I fly, with liberty, I dream, because I am with you, my solitude. No longer alone.
Are we alone? When are we not alone? We are never alone if love inhabits ourselves. Is that true? If we are full of love, and love unites everything it touches… We will always be with someone, at lea