Days that we hadn’t touched food, or at least we didn’t have eat something satisfying, but we were taken by something bigger than our fundamental needs.
We have realized of that, only staring the table in front of the couch. It was there usually we eating. It was only full of your papers, pencils scattered and the dishes were well arranged next the sink.
We had to eat something, but our hearts still beating hard, and our minds were connected always more in a way that it was enough a look and sometime, not even that, for understand what we were feeling.
Even that night we were went on, just looking at each other, and everything around us seemed feed us, and it was enough for us.
That night we had left the worked leather folder on the little table, and everything seemed was spinning around us.
We looked at each other, and at a certain point seemed the our whole parallel world was disappeared, and we were alive only thank our gazes. We were there, and everything seemed live in the soul, in the eyes, of whom we were looking at, and in someway it was like this.
Our souls were merging in one of the most profound way that we hadn’t still knew.
In those glances there was a share so intimate.
A gaze that was digging in the most tiny part of us, and that wave that we had felt in the hut, it had shake us from inside.
We had one only question in our head, but if you hadn’t took my hands or if I hadn’t sighed something, for sure, we have would become mad.
It was as if we got back in the bar, and everything around was superfluous, the people, the place.
It were enough our eyes, our flows, and everything what we have could feel trough little shades of our glances, little smiles, our hearts that were went mad each time we looked at each other.
Unconsciously we had knew what was happening, and we knew it even at the conscious level, but for sure we didn’t wanted admitted it: Blue City was awaiting for us, and we had to exceeding another level of our awareness.”