A Poignant Bliss

I leaf again and again through these miserable memories, and keep asking myself, was it then, in the glitter of that remote period, that the rift in my life began; or was my excessive desire for that child only the first evidence of an inherent singularity? I will take my memories with me. In a certain magic and fateful way, I had caught glimpses of an incomparably more poignant bliss.

much love,
Rino Aiigo