owen_solochiariA moment of silence, while we have looked at us, one in another, i have said you, almost in whisper, ‘ Since you was entered in that bar, i had felt something in my life it would changed, and that has been. I’ve seen in you, something particular that made me started to write about you. I’ve seen your soul in your eyes and something that i didnt understand what it was, but now, next with you… after what we both had felt, it’s impossibile…’ At this point i was stopped, because what which we were feeling, that it was something that went beyond the conception of the love.  And i didnt wanted pronounce that word.
In the air there was a kind of electricity that was propagated also in our bodies, but above all in our minds.
You slowly, have whispered me ‘You are special, i got it, since i’ve crossed your glance in that bar. I have felt the same feeling’, you took my hand tight, as if those words were your last words your in your whole life.
In someways, we were confessing eachother all our feelings.
Slowly you standed up and went at your desktop, and you have take a little bag and when you was back to me, you have placed it on the little table, in front of me. After you was sat next to me, you have said me ‘That’s what i’ve take for you… My feelings are in there inside.’
You have looked at me seriously but sweetly.
You have continued ‘…as i told you, i have continued to come in that bar, in the hope to meet your sweet glance, and that’s been.’  And while you have said me this, i have started to caress your face, and you kissed my palm hand when it passed close your lips.”


⇐“We looked for

“You still ⇒

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