El Hob Gany

Love bursts in unannounced - like a hot wind that brings sand and leaves marks on the skin. Promises paradise, then throws you back into reality where the nite stretches endlessly because there's no one around. The voice trembles between complaint and resignation, as if the heart is arguing with time itself: why all this, it seems to say, if the ending is already written? It sounds like the inner monolog of someone overwhelmed by emotion. Everything turned upside down: my daily life, my pride, even my self-image. And yet, you're drawn to where it hurts because it was once warm there. Love came, ruffled my hair, left... and inside, an echo remained - tired, beautiful, indecently alive.