From your knees. You have took my hand to better help me and I have tightened it and I have whispered you “Come.”
You have looked at me: you knew what I would do, but you didn’t say nothing, you have only followed me.
Hands in hands, we stopped in front a little bowl where you had the keys of our apartment, and with a sweet glance I have looked at them.
You have took them: in front of the grey door, we stopped, for an instant: we looked at us, without say nothing.
While you have inserted the key in the keyhole, we have took a deep breath: we didn’t take off our glances, one from another. We held back the breathe, for then throw it away: were we ready to make this step? We didn’t knew it. We would have discover it, only crossing the borderline.
Our hearts were about to drive crazy, and they would explode at any time, if we didn’t would open that door.
We stared that heavy grey door for several minutes.
You was looking at me, while you was turning the key and when we have saw that the door slowly was opening itself, we had took a final deep breathe, and we have opened definitely the door, and we came out.
We been pushed out, as if a magnet attracted us to toward it.
The building where was our apartment, was remained the same, but now the other apartments did existed no longer.
The rusty gate was there: we were there, in front of it. As always, it was closed.
You said me, smiling: “I will fight to open it.”
On the contrary, when you have inserted the other key, the gate opened itself easily
We were had to overcome still, that invisible borderline that it divided ourselves from that magic world that we were observing standing, from that rusty gate.
We were tightening ourselves strong, looking in front of us.
We were breathless.”