The angel’s hand on the pulse.

Silence pārkliedza sound This smacēja.Tumsa smacēja. Darkness code in my eyeballs. Dazzling … So sharp pain. Eyes tired, take you down glasses. I close my eyelids. I listen darkness, withholding the breath and listen as the heart beats. This is a trick, the heart beats can not dzirdēt..Var hear the call, clock, soļus..suņa barking. Memory says that you or I have a heart. Rather, we are placing his hand on the heart., On the pulse. And then I realize that your hand is on the pulse .. I live for this moment, .jūtu pain, I see the light of day and quiet, which is so sensitive to visu..tik cuddly, so bright, so warm. And I so desperately afraid of losing visu..Visu, who for so long have cherished and loved .. lost, inner child … a rainbow, clouds and stars castles. And .. then silence interrupted steps, and through the wall I jūtu..tavu pulse and breath. You’re so close, but at the same time incomprehensible tālu..Es gasp, but I hear your pulse, the pulse in my head ..Vai you there, you? Elisabeth! .. He Sauca. Opened atver..Es so very much want teikt..Bet, I am afraid that you nesapratīsi..es inability to be with you. I can not be good … I do not know how mīlēt..Varu love you from a distance, your heart rate, heart rhythm. But not all of you, because my heart belongs to me pašam..Es inability to break itself because izsāpēts is quite a lot. I hurt so much that I can not find yourself an excuse and mieru..Un sleep close my eyes and remember. It was and will be, only it will stay with me for life. In putting the hand on the heart, but maybe on your pulse? Dear Elizabeth, you will warm the idea of the clouds, a rainbow and clock that will ring in the morning. We are united by the memory that will store my heart. Your eyes, you are the same, like a star. Above thee will be clouds, sky blue, rainbow and eternal bridge. I’ll be near you .. you .. Sargasso everywhere and always .. from the heart.