That moment of madness, we have looked at each other, one in another, without speak, at least a couple of minutes.
We have, only, looked at one another.
Your hand, still was touching my face sweetly till your face approached.
We shyly smiled, and our lips touched again sweetly.
My heart was exploded, and I had fear that you could hear to it.
We hadn’t still spoken, till you have clearing yourself voice, to break silence that there was.
“Look what a mess! Your poems, your diary, I collect it immediately”
While, you were kneeling on the floor, I have stopped you.
“Leave it as well as, don’t worry about it, it’s ok where it is.”
I’ve counted the seconds, to have, again you close to me, on that sofa.
You got up, and you have sit next to me.
“Leave this atmosphere, don’t change it” I have continued.
By now, your eyes were stared on me,
“I dont know what’s got into me. Excuse. The guy of your poems, if he only knew….”
While you was saying this, my heart stopped.
I believed to die.
«That’s you…»: it what I wished say you.
Instead what I did, looked at you, in all your sweetness.
What i really wanted, was that moment doesn’t have ever end.
I was seeing tenderest thing, I ever had seen in a man.
That’s made me falled in love still more with you.
You, who still didn’t know to be the guy of my poems.”