... deep down nobody is bad, only frightened.

Fools talk, cowards are silent, wise men listen.

We think we understand a song's lyrics but what makes us believe in them, or not, is the music

Those were the words she wanted to hear and she finally surrendered to the temptation of believing them.

... deep down nobody is bad, only frightened.

I wondered what on earth she saw in me that could make her want to befriend me, other than a pale reflection of herself, an echo of solitude and loss. In my ..reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and second hand dreams

That afternoon the sky was scattered with black clouds galloping in from the sea and clustering over the city. Flashes of lightening echoed on the horizon and a charged warm wind smelling of dust announced a powerful summer storm. When I reached the station I noticed the first few drops, shiny and heavy, like coins falling from heaven...Night seemed to fall suddenly, interrupted only by the lightning now bursting over the city, leaving a trail of noise and fury.