There is this occasions, when we see each other
together, under the travelling movement of the train, that it’s impossible not
to firmly feel the content under my heart.
Together, our eyes are our mouths; Silence and
gazes our words; Touches are the expressions; And Breathing is what we use to
count our Time together.
The moment when our hands touch, when our lips
touch each other skin, when I smell her essence, when I feel the skin of her neck
and watch those two beautiful pools of fire, that burn under the passion of
love, care, fear, truth, doubt and affection, feeding that furnace of life that
feeds her heart and her perfect and beautiful body.
How it is that one could ignore the perfection
that sits right in front of him? How could one dare to ignore her chant, the
same chant that work like spells, and that if were filtered and distilled,
would become liquid forms of love potions?
Our encounters are blissful moments, blessed by
Mother Nature herself. The way how she transmits her understandings, her passion,
her love, her memento, transforms her into a powerful force and companion,
which one feels that it can’t lose, or everything will fail. And everything
will be lost. But not everything…
Because her breathing still breaths in the wind.
The water of her eyes is still found under the calmest of the waters. Her
sounds, her words, everything from her, I found it wherever I go. Each corner I
take. Each tree I touch. Every moment I think, I see her. I feel her. I’m numbed
by her.
