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Lovers look at each other from different platforms, they talk in a new language, they introduce words of their own in that new language and they hope to be understood. Lovers stand on different ends of the same river, water flows in their body like blood, and when they hold hands every resource of water gets back to its origin. Lovers are made of differences, they soon fall short of words. Lovers are lonely beings trying to communicate, to express and give what they think it’s the best of them. Lovers are creative, destructive and hopeful. Lovers have passion and they unveil their desire as water awakens a sleepy seed in a dry forest. Lovers open up their minds and soul by the touch of their hands, they perceive the unspeakable, the feeling of being a whole. They are the center of the universe, the only source of water, light itself, pure fire, life and destruction. But lovers remain at distant places, unable to stand on the same ground without dissolving themselves, unable to keep th