i have cried in front of flowers


Ludovico Einaudi – L'Origine Nascosta


as he watched them lower his love into the ground, his life strangely flashed before his eyes. he thought of the little flower shop that had been his life and his passion all those years, until he met the girl who took away his breath, and gave to him life. he thought of the mornings in bed, when the warm sun softly lit up her face, and how he would realize more and more that time had laid his shadow on her. he thought about how he would always look at her with deep reverence and the warmest feeling of love, and how her aging skin felt softer and softer every time he held around her. now they would never touch again

 "many a time have i cried in front of flowers" he thought to himself. "but never before like this"