You got up, and you have stretched me your hand, and you have only whisper: “Dance with me”, I’ve took your hand, and we have started to dance.
We have danced slowly: we didn’t talking, but we had know our thoughts: they were above all about the Nothing and everything what symbolized.
But more we danced more The Nothing became always more an insignificant thing, or it was what we wanted believe.
We danced sweetly, between the sofa and the space close to the old desk of your grandpa.
There was no music: it was in our heads, and it was the same melody.
Our apartment was illuminated by a blue sky: the sky of our world. The light that was entering was muffled, and our sensations were one the most sweet we had felt from our adventure has began.
Dancing you have brought me in all the apartment.
Your hands were so sweet, but strong on my hips, and you hadn’t take your eyes off me.
You hadn’t say a word, but what which I could see trough your glance it opening me your heart.
I could felt everything you felt in these instants.
It wasn’t a simply sweet dance between people who were love each other: it was something more, and now the room was only the stage of our dance.
Our eyes were straight in one in another.
Our hearts were about to explode.
We weren’t given ourselves a kiss, yet. We were only looking at us without say a word.
We hadn’t make love, but it was like we were making it.
Our flows were slowly merging, and around us a thin dust was getting up.
We were looking at us deeply. We were sweetly dancing across the apartment, and it seemed that we didn’t wanted to stop.
It seemed that dance contained part of our lives and magic.
We were looked at us, for a last time, then we given ourselves that suspended kiss.
We had felt our hearts exploding at the same time, and something, like a new awareness was being born in us.”