Us, while we looking for to enter in the mind one of the other, looking for to understand which kind of magic connection there was between us and the stones.
Because there was.
You gently, while I was leaned myself on your chest, whispered me: “Tell me your story.”
This your unexpected request, made me feel a little in embarrassment.
I taken a deep breath, you taken my hand, placing it on your legs, keeping it softly.
“From where can i start?”
We placed us, one in front another.
I have started, while you sweetly you was smiling me.
“Maybe, as you have noticed, I’m a solitary girl. I love much to observe the human beings, and learning from them, from what i see, from what i listen to. Then i collect all this and i begin to write what i feel.
But from since I have known…”
In that moment i’ve stopped, and I’ve blushed, and I’ve turned my looks to other part.
I was feeling you was softly continuing to caress the hand.
You have continued for me: “From when you have known «Him»…something has changed, isn’t?”
I was dying. I wanted escape.
I wanted run away faster than ever, but I was there, by your side, and our fingers were crossing.
I haven’t realize that i was approaching to you.
You have stared at me for a little bit, then you said: “It’s ok. If you don’t want continue, maybe i didn’t have must aked it to you.”
I was diving in your glance.
“It’s just that…”
This phrase was remained sospended in the air.
You changed theme and question, looking at me sweetly, without add other embaressement.
“Where does come from your passion for the our stones in common?”
“I’ve started to studied them long time ago…” and I’ve added that since i was a child I perceiving some sensations that became real, and I was always affascinated by the magic, and that I thought that «stones», were really magic.
Each time, I reading them, they, always said me the truth.”