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leaving the scene...

though the pool was full of the same go-learners of mid spring, i thought the idea of being alone in the water. i felt alone. and my heart felt like an anchor, letting me down, compressing, sinking me with crushed legs and broken soul. this time, this afternoon, i felt that my loneliness was hangin´around with betrayal, mind games, lies...
then i thought the idea of the second heart that all of us lack (in a physical order) but all of us suffer. is the heart that bombs not bllod and oxygen to veins, brains and points of your body, but the one that bombs sentimental thoughts, love&hate to your mind, to your actions...
in action movies, bad guys wouldn´t shot to your regular heart, but to your second one, leaving you with no feeling called love... a strange way of pain.
or not-

as soon as she exit life (mine), D was already waiting to surprise with unfolded arms and secret weapons of choice. no tears this time around, but lonely drops seemed to do the job. smiles, blows, pretty eyes, pretty I´s, pretty us.

should i remember this time?
should i regret?
should i rest in the feelings behind all that water falling?
should i transform the suns for more summer rains (oh, no...)

i was about to choose a tune from Bombay Bycicle Club. but i prefered this one instead.

FB-parallel upload.
holga and clouds.