Do, was remain standing still, to get calm me: I had the heart was going crazy.
You had opened your feelings, those deepest, to me.
You was sat down on the little table in front of me.
What we felt for each other, by now, it was clear, and tangible in the air, and although we didn’t say nothing, we did say us all with our glances.
The sheet of paper on which you have wrote those few lines, it was slide down, from your hand falling on the floor.
We wanted to wake us up, from that atmosphere that surrounded us, but we seemed captured from those sensations of those instants.
They were strong.
You was still in front of me, and slowly you touched my hand: you were about to talk.
Your hand was so sweet, your skin so soft
I was speechless.
“From last night I’m living in a dream.” You said whispering, and you continued: “And I don’t want wake myself”.
You looked in the void, then you sat down close to me, embracing me tight.
Those great sensations were floating around us, and we were in middle.