Yes, mein Flasche..., he was my love story, was the love and the hope in the world. We met almost by hazard, and let the love take us in an adventure were I challenge the world, and mein Flasche sit at home talking about how exhausting was to see all I have to do, demanding for silence caring, and resting time. Is this sounding weird to you?! Well, it is a weird story of a postmodern love growing in the brain of a Flasche, empty Flasche, and die Spatz, who flies too low...
Hi was a large and thin blue Flasche, un die Spatz felt that this estrange creature, tie and nervous, fun and insecure, who talk and talk about the great everything that is in his life, was for some reason, a sweet lost Flasche, and she wanted to be driven to a love story.
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| Der Flasche un die Spatz |
Flasche was captivated by the Spatz, his Spatz, she was all what he was not, and a complete new world, he was as all the Flascheskind are, hard, cold, looking transparent, but able to be filled with pure mountain water or dirty heavy killing explosive diesel.
During the time together, die Spatz enjoy giving all her soul to this Flasche, and feeling and watching him get soft, the Flasche fill himself with her way to be, to love, to commit, and as she is a tender little bird the comunication and the days were always looking orientated to a common future, full of common dreams, Spatz was in her net, Flasche find a heart to bit in with... Love was everywhere.
Die Spatz must fly, and she flew back home, to create a new world soon. And with the distance, the Flasche started to loose the content he had with her, inside..., and get filled by others, he gets apart of her, and she didn't know what was happening...
One day, was nothing inside him again, that was recognizable as a piece of the Spatz, and he get lost, he get fear, never before in his life he felt as when he embraced and received die kleine Spatz inside of his cold glass, and now he felt the loneliness again, where were everything? Where was the love? Hi look at himself and was looking the same, but felt not the same, must be HER FAULT! Something SHE DID!
Die Spatz get a broken heart by her Flasche, and with bandits in her wings, she flew again to him..., was too late, he can not accept, he cannot see how he filled himself with all the storms and the final disaster, and he was never again open to love, maybe he never wanted to feel again empty, but without get empty again he cannot receive her, because is no place for her...
The story of der Flasche and die Spatz, is a love history, and every second that they spend together, is a resemblance of the history of the world, inside of the memories you can find all the philosophy of humans, all the detailed spectrum of each soul..., this is the base from where I'm gonna let my memories to guide what my eyes look everyday, in this love story are all the reasons to pursue the good and be tender hearted but firm to confront the other side...
Love, and never stop loving!
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