Out from that atmosphere that it was created around us, and slowly we were looking one another. We were still dazed, but inside of us there was the growing awarness that from that very first meeting, we had no know which jobs we were doing to live.
We been wrapped by our feelings and from that alchemy that had rapt us, but now was just a curiosity. But the answer seemed more logical than everything else.
Me, i had no any jobs, due of my physcal problems, but i was looking for to breaktrought as a writer.
I was writing everything on my diary, looking for to collect something good, hoping one day, someone could say me ‘Hey, this is good stuff ! Let’s publish’. But it never happened.
While i was telling you that, you was looking at me so sweetly and for a moment my heart exploded. And at my same question to you, have shyly smiled me, as if i knew your reply.
Everything around suggested me the most obvious reply. The old typemachine, papers and pencils scattered everywhere.
We were looking at us one another, and slowly i whispered you ‘Even, you writer…’
You have made a nod. Our hearts were exploding at the same moment. ‘Yes‘ you have whispered me, without take off your eyes from, as if you was enchanted from what you was seeing. And you have continued, always whispering, ‘But now i dont care. Im living the most beautiful romance i had in my life, and no novel that i can write, can describe what which im feeling with you.’ And softly you was approched yourself to me, and you have started to kiss me, taking my hand, making it sliding in your shirt. I sighed and i have closed my eyes.”