The note of falling in love vibrates like a rare mineral discovered within the vast landscape of human connection. In the romantic, light-filled atmosphere of France, I explored that precise moment when personal boundaries soften and a new, shared identity begins to form. This experience is more than just a fleeting emotion. It is a profound internal architecture for a soul that is ready to merge its individual melody with another. Understanding the resonance of the note of falling in love helps me process the beautiful tectonic shift from being a solitary “I” to becoming a harmonious “we.” As a highly sensitive person, I feel every vibration of this longing with intense clarity. It turns old solo rhythms into a stable, Malachite peace. Within these harmonious intervals, the spirit finally finds its authentic rhythm. We move from isolation to the warmth of authentic presence.
Nota zaljubljenosti
okreneš se — a njega nema.
Nota zaljubljenosti je kad spavaš i sanjaš ga kao da je tu,
otvoriš oči — a njega nema.
i osjetiš njegove poljupce i dodire,
a kad ih otvoriš — njega nema.
soba puna uspomena i praznina koja boli.
Nota zaljubljenosti je čekanje bez sata,
vrijeme koje stoji dok srce trči.
u prolaznicima, u noći, u vlastitom imenu.
i kad me slijediš,
putem koji vodi u ljubav,
putem koji nas vodi u ludilo,
putem bez povratka,
gdje gubimo razum,
gdje prestajemo biti svoji
i postajemo mi.
La note de l’amour
tu te retournes — et il n’est pas là.
La note de l’amour, c’est quand tu dors et rêves de lui comme s’il était là,
tu ouvres les yeux — et il n’est pas là.
et sens ses baisers et ses touches,
mais quand tu les ouvres — il n’est pas là.
une chambre pleine de souvenirs et un vide qui fait mal.
La note de l’amour, c’est l’attente sans horloge,
le temps qui s’arrête alors que le cœur court.
dans les passants, dans la nuit, dans ton propre nom.
et quand tu me suis,
sur un chemin qui mène à l’amour,
un chemin qui nous mène à la folie,
un chemin sans retour,
où nous perdons la raison,
où nous cessons d’être nous-mêmes
et devenons nous.
The Note of Love
you turn around — and he is not there.
The note of love is when you sleep and dream of him as if he were there,
you open your eyes — and he is not there.
and feel his kisses and touches,
but when you open them — he is not there.
a room full of memories and an emptiness that hurts.
The note of love is waiting without a clock,
time standing still while the heart races.
in passersby, in the night, in your own name.
and when you follow me,
on a path that leads to love,
a path that leads us to madness,
a path of no return,
where we lose our reason,
where we cease to be ourselves
and become us.