In these hours. Our connection get stronger and stronger. I need to close a little a bit my eyes and i must to take my deep breath, and in these little rituals i can feel you closer to me, in a such way that i could drive crazy. Our parallel world is around us and we are in front, one of another. You look at me so deeply with your glance that leave me without the breath. We are sit at that table that i’ve describe in the my last post. In some ways, my little voice, told me, you have read something what i wrote yesterday. My vise in stomach is strong and my head is exploding and our connection was strong, already when i came here.
As in my last post, you’re sit in front of me at this table.
“You was look at me, without say nothing, just looking at me. I was look at down, blushing alot. This was our our very first meeting. We were smile eachother, as we did usually. But this time we were one in front of another. Your glance was directed towards to me. The other people, by now, went on, look at us a strange glimpse. These moments of really embarassement, seemed no end. But then you have asked me gently ‘What do you write, on your diary?’, that it was in the middle of the table. Shyly i’ve take it and i’ve bring it toward to me, as if it was the only precious thing i have possessed. And it was. In someway, you have take a look in one of my most precious thing, and without realizing, you have take a look on one poem i have write about you.
Clearing my voice i have whispered you ‘What i write? What i feel, my thoughts, poems…’. In these moment, something inexplicable, has changed in each of us, in your glance, in me.
The diary, was always there, in the middle of the table. The noises of the bar, slowly disappeared, and something magic was happening around us. You didnt take off your eyes from me and sweetly your hand was approaching toward mine, but we didnt touch. Suddenly, as if you was overwhelm by something bigger than you, you asked me ‘Why didnt we present eachother, before? I always noticed you, all alone. I’ve seen you that you writing. Always here, at this table.’ I have smiled you, and shyly i’ve replied you in a whisper, as i usually did, when i’m in total mentally confusion.
‘Maybe tonight, you have look at me with different eyes, you were always with your friends. You was come alone, tonight. You have helped me, you were leaving me, but something it have stops you…’ And without leaving me to finish the phrase ‘Your eyes…your glance….you have beautiful eyes.’ Your hands, your fingers gently, finally, have touched my hand. And in that istant our heart were exploded at the same time. Something was born”.