was a summer night ...
remember the last time I went around the block were paved.
and had put some yellow lights. And the offshore edge of the square had grown a lot.
It was not the same.
But the time came to my mind, as a sequence of thirty-five.
We were in the car ... the crickets out there running around and singing her latest hit pop. The fireflies were just sad to light forces, heavy night of summer.
We talked about everything and nothing, for my birthday party where you dress up as Minnie delirium of the youngest. What were your hands nice and I liked kissing, nonsense and other essentials for the movement of the universe.
We kissed, again and again. Nothing fancy. We wanted a lot. We were young and invincible.
In a moment there was silence. It smelled a hint of great moment. Hugged me, and I stirred the hair. I asked, very seriously, for me to stay still. I made the case. In those moments you gave fear. So beautiful and sweet at the same time ... so far from the girl-woman who wasted sufficiency.
told me to stand still, and I smiled, and you will get mad about it.
At last I stood still.
I leaned on you ... and started to kiss my face. Nose. A moment of contact and wet the tip of the nose. I said I was small. I smiled. You became angry.
Stay still, you said. Another
wet rubbing. In the forehead. with wet lips ... and maybe the tip, the tip of your tongue. Just that. Ninety million kisses on the forehead, and another ninety million in the nose, and a hundred million more on the lips. I had to stay still.
not talk to my eyes. I closed it gently with the wet your pampering. I kept staying still. Started to sweep my child's face with your fresh kisses, some more or less passionate. And I kept very still enjoying the moment.
until I was soaked to the bone. Steeped in your kisses. Steeped in your delicate saliva. Drowning of your affection. Saturated with young love. Flooded with tenderness. Embedded in silence. Immersed in the desire that never ends the game.
the end of the marathon of affection, I knew it was a memorable moment. That would preserve him until I die. Until my bones were dry land and have forgotten me until the last of the living. On until the end of time, and a little longer.
You opened the window of the car and share a cigarette. Like all just ... the time had once again the face dry. The driest face if possible before it moisturized sky.
We turn off the cigarette, and saying almost nothing, I took you home. When you got off gave me a kiss as always ... but I knew different. It tasted glory. It tasted just as you left me in the face for a lifetime.
When nearly two decades later, I went through the same street, I felt the cold caress of the wind on my face, my face, maybe I was dreaming, was wet from the rain of your kisses.
able to put the asphalt and the yellow lights, and a monument to whomever they want, and paint the swings, slide and transform ...
... but that time and a handful of your kiss that I dropped of the face remained invisible there under the shadow of the heavens.
