Far away, thousand of miles from here, there is a black mountain. And on that black mountain, hiding in the mist of a forest, there is a small shack. And inside that shack there is a box, and in that box there is a heart. My heart, so no one can ever break it. Not even you. Even if you try, you will not be able to break my heart.
I'm here, with you.
I'm all here, touching your skin, gazing at you naked, inviting as silk.
We're together, but you are angry at me for meeting with others, for not living together. You're angry at me for not telling you I love you.
I can't love you. My heart is far away, thousand of miles from here, inside a shack, inside a box.
You are always so serious. Smile once in a while; don't take life so hard. We are doing all right as it is, aren’t we?
No heart. We don't need the heart to have a good time. You don't have to handle commitment with this kind of seriousness.
"I'm leaving you, and you will end up alone" you said. "Good" I said.
"If you want to go, go."
So you left.
It took me two weeks to call you up and tell you to come back. I'm unhappy alone. I'm unhappy without you. I'm bored, and there is no one to caress me and tell me loving words.
"I'm not coming back, unless you tell me you love me. Are we really doing all right without it?"
Why must you be so heavy, why must we force the heart into this? Don't you know it might break?
But then you said that because I try so hard not to break my heart, I'm actually breaking yours, that the only way for us to be together is if we both use our hearts, and enjoy it. We should risk breaking it.
I knew I had to go on a long journey, but I wasn't going to, unless you made an effort as well. I told you that by the time I return from my journey you better be lighter, and develop some sort of a sense of humor. You promised, and so I went after my heart.
I packed a little bag with a loaf of bread, water, and a picture of you.
A wise man once told me that all a man needs to survive is food, drink, and a strong belief in the goal. Besides, I wanted the first thing I see after finding my heart to be.. You.
I was walking for hours, days, and weeks. My heart was far away, and up a black mountain. I was thinking of turning around and going back. We were doing so well without the heart…
The easiest way was if we could just receive, without calculating what we must give back. But no.. You had to have my heart in return. You better not be so serious when I get back.
I looked at your picture; so beautiful.
I kept on walking.
I became very hungry and so I ate some of the bread, and drank some of the water.
I must have already been walking for thousand of miles.
The earth can't be round. It must be a conspiracy. It's not possible that a man can walk for so long and still not reach the point he started from.
Here he is, the black mountain.
I climbed the mountain. A few black creatures were trying to get in my way.
One told me that there are better looking girls than you. Another told me that you don't really love me. A huge creature kept saying you would break my heart. And the king of the black creature was shouting at me you would still be serious even after I return. So I took your picture out and I showed him. I think he understood, because he let me continue on my way.
I entered the forest. I was walking for hours and hours, almost forgot why I was walking. Almost forgot my own name. But then I noticed a bag hanging from my shoulder. I opened it, and inside was a half loaf of bread, a half bottle of water, and a picture of a girl. You. It reminded me. I almost forgot, but then I remembered.
I became hungry and thirsty again, so I ate the bread, and drank the water, and there was none left to support me on my way. Then I saw the shack. I saw many shacks.
In many shapes and colours. There were even some colours I have never seen before.
I guess a lot of people hide a lot of stuff here, stuff they are afraid of breaking.
Every shack belongs to a person, and there are a few that probably have more than one shack. How will I find mine?
I went searching, hoping to see something that stood out, and then I saw it. I recognized it from my dreams, from my dreams on you. Just as I was getting to it a giant eagle charged down at me. I was hiding behind a rock and he was circling over me. I was horrified. It was the deepest fear I ever felt. However, I went so far, I'm not going to break so close to my goal. I ran like crazy, and entered the small shack.
I lifted up the box that was there, and opened it. I could hear the eagle hovering outside, screeching at me: "I will break your heart. You better not".
Inside the box, inside red cotton, was my heart. He was looking very fragile.
I put it in my bag and turned to exit the shack, when I saw you.
You were in the opposite shack, opening a box. You lifted a piece or red humor, like the nose of a clown. Suddenly you turned around and saw me, and started laughing, and laughing… I think I love you.
We went down the other side of the black mountain and saw our house at the foot of it.
I guess the world is round.
Actually my heart was very close; I just took the long way to find it. Maybe it was the only way to realize how much I missed it.
Funny you, I love you.