Yesterday

„Yesteraday, love was such an easy game to play”…Can love pass away? Is it only a game of ilussion? An easy game rather than an everlasting promise? Do you rebel against an opinion that love is only a short term play? Have all the important values become relative and impermanent? Or perhaps they have always been superficial? Just like a beauty of Aphrodite – the material beauty of an object, the one that pass, cracks and changes into dust.