Romay&Romulo opus XIV

two hearts, two souls, like midnight on a lunar day. The two sides cannot be separate, at the moment where night replaces day, then bursting in like a shadow, suddenly melancholy finds, and time no longer runs, so languidly only the minutes go by. And like melted snow on a spring day, without noticing time or sadness, giving suddenly gives you a frantic magical feeling. And time will turn to sleep, the minutes will accelerate, in a moment you will be able to become the wind, rush headlong to your beloved, and at the moment when the minutes are rewarded, I will never be silent, but I will only shout that I truly love, and I am grateful only to fate for this opportunity to be with her.