Was exploding when your eyes were placed on that sheet, on that poem.
You have read some lines and you have lifted your glance toward to me, while i was looking at you, breathless. Around us, the people talking, but it was as if we were in another dimension. They seemed like ghosts who walked through that bar looking for something they would never found. The only persons in flesh and bone, we were us. We were surrounded by something like a mystical aura. It seemed that protected us.
I was look at you while you was reading the poem, and in meanwhile, my heart leaded a fleet of emotions, ready to fight.
Slowly you have placed your hand on my leg. In that moment I wanted to escape… as faster as possible. I would wasn’t able to resist one more moment, but how I would could? I was there, with the most sweet guy, I had ever met in my life, and he was reads one of my poem.
I was look at you, and you seemed completely taken, from those words. And really you was.
Occasionally you lifted up your eyes and you was launching me some sweet glance.
That reading seemed endless. It seemed, as if you, want make each my words, yours.
Your hold was delicately stronger at the end of the reading.
Slowly, you have placed the sheet in the middle of my open diary, that it would be closed as soon the sheet was left fall inside the diary.
After a moment in suspension, our thoughts, and our glances met.
You was seemed speechless. Me, I was more than you.
You didn’t have asked me who was the main character of that poem: maybe, you knew it already, and your glance didn’t take off from mine.
I felt myself die inside.
Your hand was so sweet on my skin.”