You was looking at me, as if you understand better those feeling when you was comeback at your home.
That irrepressible need to write, and that feeling you had have feel when you have gave me your hand to get up, when I fell in the bar.
You was looking at me still surprise by what which I had said: you was realizing, just in those seconds.
What I could feel was your wonder, and my heart couldn’t stops its run, and you have could feel it too.
We looked at us, questioning for what which it was really happened.
Now, we were inside something bigger, and now we could perceive really each feeling, sensation, emotion of the other.
As if we were woke up from a dream, we shyly we smiled each other.
I looked at the little window.
By now the day had made place to the night.
We didn’t wanted leave us, but we had to.
We coated ourselves, and slowly I have picked the last things in a bag.
You was sit down on the bed without take your eyes off me, and every time I passed you by, you took my hand or softly touched my hips.
Sweetly, you have whispered me: “Take your stones”.
They were in a little leather bag on the little round furniture close the window, far from the bed.
It was always well tied up therefore none of the stones could come out, but now it was surprisingly open, and one of them was on the floor: I collected it, and I showed you it.
It was Algiz.”
Daria
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