Conversations With C. Mclean, N. Kunchev, Y. Yankov and L. Levchev

If you look for your whisper you've got to know I took it along. I hold it in my soul like a cricket that sings to me: about love as one song. Your dream of a girl kissed by the moon, our teacher in madness.
There are two songs about love. The secret admirer and me, before we met. Still, the cat who is ex-keeper of an Egypt tomb hangs around in attempt to catch the wind.
"In a bizarre way!" - I said.
"Because the madness is about to get back, should we get scared?" - My secret admirer asked.
"You will hear orders and requests from me. I will tell you what I conceal. Leave some pain to me. Do not pass over me! I am a stone loaded with blast, the clock ticks and the obscure hour goes near to me!"
So, I got engaged to the loneliness. It insisted on it and I remained unimpressed. However there is a measure of the degree of disorder in us, which takes into account the fact that the mess naturally increases with the passage of time.
I had part of my heart missing, anyway.
"We are all perfect, but what we learn and what we do is not always perfect, especially considering the arena in which we play our game of life. I would like to think that I am fine socially, but I am very anti-social and do not prefer to follow the social laws of man, therefore it would be considered I make mistakes." - My secret admirer said.

To Be Continued
Painting: Leon Kroll