I fell in love with the unattainable fortress, fires inside that I could only spy from afar. I gave my heart away, carelessly, in exchange for NOTHINGness. I kept forever the secret, and you kept it too. And when I tried to pull back, from the brink of you, Sargasso sea, harshness and marble, you finally gave up a soft centred chocolate smile. But, then, again, retreat. I’ve lost my taste for assailing castle walls. Now I desire golden wings and, instead of sadness, a soul made of glass. Far from your distant sun, I swore to myself not to love you anymore, not so hard. It hurt. «Once upon a time» -I will confide- «I lost my heart to an unattainable fortress». And got it back. Only just. Just the once.