He was sitting behind the table, writing, looking at the paper; the last sunbeams coming through the window.
He was tired, and he took a deep breath. All of a sudden, he caught in the air a certain ethereal sweetness, a beguiling sensuality, a mysterious and unreachable aura… He smelt the thick perfume and looked up at her.
Lightened by the golden dusk she smiled, stretched her hand and gave him a paper. He bent his head, looked at her and opened his mouth to say something. She crossed her lips with her finger in a sweet gesture meaning half a silence and half a kiss, and whispered: -Just read it!
He thought he had seen an angel. He felt like he was dreaming. He had a vision: the voluptuous trail of the perfume bathed by the golden sunlit following her waving walk while going away.
The paper in his hands smelt sweet, sensual and mysterious like her. He grabbed it hard, like he was afraid of losing the only real thing that he had left from this magical moment. He opened it carefully, and he read it. The words wrapped in perfume were talking about hope, love, communication, and feelings that cannot be expressed by words…, they were talking about music, they were talking from the heart.
As time went by, memories were getting blurred. But the paper with its perfume kept the memory like a cloudy dream.
Summer went away. The heat gave way to the fall. Leaves were wrapping the walk sides and the paper over his desk was weary by the frequent reading but its perfume still lingering.
Halloween, magical night. Behind the wall of glass in his office, he stared at the moonlight reflection in the river waters. The paper in his hands, his glance lost in the landscape, the smell everlasting in his memories…
He gets dressed slowly, like if somewhere in a hidden place in his mind a huge hole couldn’t be fulfilled. He goes out, wandering thoughtful. As he walks, people waves him with the most peculiar fancy dresses and a joyful spirit.
Witches, vampires and werewolves… angels, princesses and demons rain all his way long to his tired and weary heart.
He keeps walking, he doesn’t know his near destiny. The cold wind in his face, the heart heated only by the furthest memories.
He goes upstairs. He enters in the dance floor. Monsters, streamers and confetti welcome him with laughter and making faces. He greets them, smiles and speaks, with a part of his mind lost in misty thoughts…
The sweet memories take him upstairs. No, they’re not memories. He opens his eyes and breathes deeply fulfilling his lungs with new life.
She’s here! He quickens his pace with the beating of his heart. Among the metallic paint and the garlands he perceives again the golden halo of mystery. He follows it…
He goes round a corner, then another one. He looks anxiously. Still can’t see her.
His breath deepens, like the smell and the feeling.
And at this moment he knows. He stands still, staring in front of him, like fearing disappointment. Then he turns around slowly, smiling. Among veils and white wings, airy, almost ethereal, like a vision.
She looks at him, bends her head and smiles.
- You know my secret…
She leans on him whispering at his ear.
- Don’t tell anyone.
- Words are not enough, there’re no words.
She nods yes, laying her head on his shoulder.
- But you work with words…
- That’s because I can’t work only with souls…
The blood beating in her neck intensifies the spell of her perfume.
He takes her in his arms, they look at each other’s eyes.
- Do the angels have sex?
She smiles looking down for a second. Then brilliantly enlighten, the eyes in the eyes…
- You tell me.
Embracing each other, melting their glances, the promise in the air… two souls but just one passion, a single feeling, the only love.
He was tired, and he took a deep breath. All of a sudden, he caught in the air a certain ethereal sweetness, a beguiling sensuality, a mysterious and unreachable aura… He smelt the thick perfume and looked up at her.
Lightened by the golden dusk she smiled, stretched her hand and gave him a paper. He bent his head, looked at her and opened his mouth to say something. She crossed her lips with her finger in a sweet gesture meaning half a silence and half a kiss, and whispered: -Just read it!
He thought he had seen an angel. He felt like he was dreaming. He had a vision: the voluptuous trail of the perfume bathed by the golden sunlit following her waving walk while going away.
The paper in his hands smelt sweet, sensual and mysterious like her. He grabbed it hard, like he was afraid of losing the only real thing that he had left from this magical moment. He opened it carefully, and he read it. The words wrapped in perfume were talking about hope, love, communication, and feelings that cannot be expressed by words…, they were talking about music, they were talking from the heart.
As time went by, memories were getting blurred. But the paper with its perfume kept the memory like a cloudy dream.
Summer went away. The heat gave way to the fall. Leaves were wrapping the walk sides and the paper over his desk was weary by the frequent reading but its perfume still lingering.
Halloween, magical night. Behind the wall of glass in his office, he stared at the moonlight reflection in the river waters. The paper in his hands, his glance lost in the landscape, the smell everlasting in his memories…
He gets dressed slowly, like if somewhere in a hidden place in his mind a huge hole couldn’t be fulfilled. He goes out, wandering thoughtful. As he walks, people waves him with the most peculiar fancy dresses and a joyful spirit.
Witches, vampires and werewolves… angels, princesses and demons rain all his way long to his tired and weary heart.
He keeps walking, he doesn’t know his near destiny. The cold wind in his face, the heart heated only by the furthest memories.
He goes upstairs. He enters in the dance floor. Monsters, streamers and confetti welcome him with laughter and making faces. He greets them, smiles and speaks, with a part of his mind lost in misty thoughts…
The sweet memories take him upstairs. No, they’re not memories. He opens his eyes and breathes deeply fulfilling his lungs with new life.
She’s here! He quickens his pace with the beating of his heart. Among the metallic paint and the garlands he perceives again the golden halo of mystery. He follows it…
He goes round a corner, then another one. He looks anxiously. Still can’t see her.
His breath deepens, like the smell and the feeling.
And at this moment he knows. He stands still, staring in front of him, like fearing disappointment. Then he turns around slowly, smiling. Among veils and white wings, airy, almost ethereal, like a vision.
She looks at him, bends her head and smiles.
- You know my secret…
She leans on him whispering at his ear.
- Don’t tell anyone.
- Words are not enough, there’re no words.
She nods yes, laying her head on his shoulder.
- But you work with words…
- That’s because I can’t work only with souls…
The blood beating in her neck intensifies the spell of her perfume.
He takes her in his arms, they look at each other’s eyes.
- Do the angels have sex?
She smiles looking down for a second. Then brilliantly enlighten, the eyes in the eyes…
- You tell me.
Embracing each other, melting their glances, the promise in the air… two souls but just one passion, a single feeling, the only love.
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