A bit from Malena: The Forgotten Lover. Work in Progress as my life is!

Malena The Forgotten Lover


Bridges are mysterious things. We know “this side”. Our side. It feels safe … we fit into it no problem. But we don’t seem to be able to fit into that unknown, forever shrinking point that disappears into the horizon, always ahead of us. Like our future. As if the future was too small for us to fit into it. As if that unknown point into the future was hiding something cunning and dark, ready to leap at us, to snatch away from us the last shreds of hope, if we still hold any.