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Demonic Love

Demonic love Just walk and walk in the endless land of an amazing old cemetery Just walk and read the names from the stones, how many lives? Oh Just walk and think about the past, about life, about lives. All of the kinds Tombs went beside me, just walk and walk, and walk, the cemetery is home Interesting feeling and emotion; It’s like being in a big family. Am I dead? I can’t understand why calling me this cemetery. Lie. I know, there is a tomb. Just walk and walk. Hmm, someone sitting there on a tomb. An amazing lady Dreams from my mind are gone. I step slowly closer and closer. Silence She is motionless, looking longingly in front of her. I get there. Her head turns to me, and just watching me. Glare and otherworldly, so amazing eyes and face. White skirt, white dress, amazing slim tall lady, black hair, white skin She motioned me to sit beside her. I sat down. She touched my legs with her I waited for you – she said. What is your name? – I asked her. Jane – she said Jane, I know who you are. You passed away so many years ago. For that time Yes, I passed away a long time ago, but I am here, I lived here in a place. – she said. And I know you live now, I am only a ghost. But you have a human body, a strong I have no that. I have no! You are so lucky! Oh, drunky Willy! What are you drinking? Jane, please, come down, you don’t understand life and me. Quiet be. – I said I can not be a quiet person – she said. Never, never! I see the world and the people! I am alone! I can not do anything without a human body! Understand? Go! Go, Willy! Go Vilmos! Easy your life, you just came to the cemetery and sat on my tomb! Evil! Jane, Jane, please, please stop it. You don’t understand me. I am a guest, visitor only. Do you understand me? I am here for meditation and contemplation. Student. No, no! You are not right! – She answered. – You are a liar! The liar! Why are you here? Always? And always? Always just coming into this cemetery garden, and don’t talk! How many times did you sit on my tomb? And I didn’t get any lovely kind words from you! You are sitting on my tomb and relaxing. And sometimes drinking! Hey! What about me?? I am so sorry Jane – I answering –, I know my style may not every time is right, bright Always kind, and motivated, and feelings come from my heart, let it be a happy heart Understand a wanderer's heart. Please. My one is so sensitive. Only a touch and died Okay! I understand you! – Said Jane. – And why you are a single man? Good to be alone? I am waiting for the love. – I replied. – But it's not coming. I don’t know why. This is my fate. Oh, Love! – Jane shouted happily. – Oh, so long time ago I felt that amazing human feeling! Can I ask you something? – asked Jane. Sure. Of course. – I said. What brings you here? – She asked. The life, the questions of life and death. This place is a fantastic meditation and intellect. Here I can find answers to my questions. The souls here answer me willingly. – I said. Yes, here everybody is the same and friends. But in the past life, some of them weren’t weren’t friends. But after their deaths, they realized that they were equals. – She explained. We sat silently, and we felt our thoughts; Hmm, so kind and friendly this lovely ghost lady. Vilmos, it’s too late now, almost night, the sun has already gone to the other side of Earth. – She said. – Please, take me to my home, to my grave. – We walked to her grave. She looked deeply into my eyes and said “Go now, or I’ll give you a kiss of death. Go!” Or I’ll take you into my coffin And we stay together here Together, together, together Forever, in this garden home In this endless love. – She said.

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