Faceless Love is a concept that transcends the physical world. In the quiet corners of Paris, I discovered its true essence. This connection does not rely on a mirror’s reflection. It is a profound internal architecture of the spirit. This Faceless Love helps me process the invisible bonds of the soul. As a highly sensitive person, I feel its presence deeply. It turns old tectonic shifts into a stable, Malachite peace. Within these hidden intervals, the heart finds its silent rhythm. We move from the surface to the crystalline core of being. The modern world is often obsessed with appearances. However, I choose the quiet depth of the unseen. This bond is a mineral-rich space for our shared truths. By embracing this mystery, we reclaim our original narrative. We transform every shadow into radiant, enduring strength.
Ljubav bez lica
ona koja raste bez dodira
i hrani se glasom.
u riječi koje su zvučale kao obećanje,
u romantiku koja postoji samo
dok stvarnost šuti.
da sam bila luda za tobom.
Plakala sam noćima,
u sobama punim tišine,
dok si ti spavao
ne znajući da negdje postojim.
svađala sam se s onima koji su me stvarno voljeli.
Bila sam daleko od sebe,
duboko u snu u kojem smo mi
bili „mi“.
Nikada se nisi budio zbog mene.
Nikada me nisi vidio.
I ne okrivljujem te.
stvarna je bila
moja potreba da vjerujem.
Opraštam sebi
što sam plakala,
što sam se mučila
zbog ljubavi koja nikada
nije imala lice.
L’amour sans visage
celui qui grandit sans toucher
et se nourrit de la voix.
de mots qui sonnaient comme une promesse,
d’une romance qui n’existe
que tant que la réalité se tait.
que j’étais folle de toi.
J’ai pleuré des nuits entières,
dans des chambres pleines de silence,
pendant que tu dormais
sans savoir que j’existais quelque part.
je me disputais avec ceux qui m’aimaient vraiment.
J’étais loin de moi-même,
profondément dans un rêve où nous
étions « nous ».
Tu ne t’es jamais réveillé pour moi.
Tu ne m’as jamais vue.
Et je ne te blâme pas.
ce qui était réel,
c’était mon besoin de croire.
Je me pardonne
d’avoir pleuré,
d’avoir souffert
pour un amour qui n’a jamais
eu de visage.
Faceless Love
one that grows without touch
and feeds on the voice.
with words that sounded like a promise,
with a romance that exists only
while reality is silent.
that I was crazy about you.
I cried for nights,
in rooms full of silence,
while you slept
not knowing I existed somewhere.
I argued with those who really loved me.
I was far from myself,
deep in a dream where we
were “us”.
You never woke up for me.
You never saw me.
And I don’t blame you.
what was real
was my need to believe.
I forgive myself
for crying,
for suffering
for a love that never
had a face.