An Eternal Illusion

About this book

Between silence's corridors and disappointment's pulse, this tale comes to redraw the features of "beautiful pain." The story begins at that moment when one thinks one has fortified oneself completely against emotion's assaults, setting walls of reason and caution around one's heart, but life - as it always does - opens a breach in the wall of steadfastness, and through it enters "the other" who turns all that strength to rubble. This book is no mere love memoir, but a precise dissection of the stages of human dimming. The text progresses with you from beginnings' glow that dazzles the eyes, where we overlook flaws with a heart thirsting for safety, to the peak of "the illusion of eternity"; that false certainty that those we love will stay with us to the road's end. Here, the author places you before your soul's mirror, asking you with a broken tongue: do we flee love to protect ourselves, or do we flee it because we implicitly know we cannot bear parting's bitterness? In a literary style mixing poetic prose with bitter realistic outpour, the work takes us on a journey across seasons, from "before everything changed" to "the beginning of dimming," reaching "the illusoriness of permanence." It is a narrative searching for "survival" not "love" in its superficial sense, telling of the girl who was a shelter and became an exile, and of the man who saw in her eyes a homeland and found himself its prisoner. "An Eternal Illusion" is a scream in fate's face, and an open confession that emotional losses are nothing but lessons in rebuilding the self, where our hero discovers in the end that his strength was not in holding on, but in liberation.. so was the tale an illusion from the start, or is eternity itself the greatest illusion?