COOPERATION

COOPERATION
  
  

I don't know what I'll say yet... - I should follow my heart. A honeyed, celebratory silence spreads its wings with deliberation, and two curious eyes begin to peer at me in the superstitious daylight. Two swan-hands gently reach out from tactile infinity and, with inward metamorphoses, stroke human bristling stubble. And he who has been famous may be even more flabby, more rhapsodic! 

 Only the only faithful word of my heart can be called a true home; our false emotions deceive and deceive us incessantly. We may abuse each other's crystal-clear, holy patience at any time in our first acquaintance. 

 As secret worshippers, we take a colonizing tour of each other's bodies and senses. It is a natural and habitual thing - a hesitant, half-cool chill, a cheap, luring shiver runs from our dulled brains to our feet: how difficult and difficult it is to know our true present! We infect and deceive ourselves with our frequently alternating amorous adventures, for the awakening hell of the next day must be borne as wounds with the soul! 

 It is as if the cosmic ray of light, which has split through our pure emotions like a spark, could come from another world... - Would our selfless love really be a grotesque, heavy lifeline?! Why must the handshakes of once intimate friendships mimic the hollowed-out, massive passions? Why can't we continue on the crossroads we have begun, even if we have no good friend, no half-wit friend, no encouraging companion? - And only a single heart carved through a hollow tree trunk or modern-day railway graffiti can proclaim a new-age trend: somewhere, once upon a time, we beat as One Heart...