'Siempre me quedara la voz suave del mar..
Volver a respirar la lluvia que caera sobre este cuerpo y mojara
La flor que cresce en mi y volvera a reir y cada dia
Un instante volvere a pensar en ti.' - Bebe - Siempre me quedara
I am looking from afar and checking you out. You are not looking at me, yet, because I can observe the obstructive way of holding your pen between your lips. I find it tedious and unattractive but I am trying to define the ideal concept in my head I once had. I find it difficult to bind my memory into bits and pieces and then a whole. This might be just the right amount of distraction I get since the mystery has unravelled itself and yet I see him reaching for the cup of tea just beside him. He takes a sip and a drop just ran out onto his lips. Mmm. 'I could bite them.'
I get distracted again by the unappealing shirt he's wearing and cramped jeans that make him look like an old fart. He moves away his eyes and remains mesmerized of my deep thoughts. Then he comes towards me and within just a flickering light, he pushes me down the couch. 'There. Does it feel good?' - he says.
Right after the sensual seduction happening, the environment suddenly changed - lights were off and dreams became real.
Early morning I wake up discovering he is not next to me. I jump out of the bed and I start stretching. Next, I grab on the nearest piece of cloth I could find and I reach towards the window. Mmm. The breeze of the windy 8 o'clock has just sneaked out into the room. I walk towards the other room and I see nobody but a dark room with daylight trying so much to enter through the single glass of window covered by vintage curtain. I move closer to the opened door and then I smell the freshly baked out of the over croissants. 'Just like my granda' used to make them!' - he says excited. I smile happily while entering fully into the old 60's kitchen. He is reaching towards the tiny window to let the baked stuffed air out. I am thrilled about the smell but also his smell..
As much as I hate his knitted slippers, I turn immediately my eyes onto the half eaten croissant left on the colourful plate he picked.
'How do you find them?' - he says.
'Extremely delicious!' - I respond.
After the small chat, a vivid and predominant silence arouse until the whistling of the teapot interrupted it. The bits of herbs in the mug were so interesting to observe when the tea was almost finished. The colourful, innocent lines of the herbs made in the mug were fascinating me until he touched me with his rough hands.
'What are you thinking?' - he asks.
'Nothing.' - I reply.
I am amazed by his interest into my deep thoughts that has raised me an eyebrow. He seemed amused by the facial expression. Then he places both hands into mine and caresses me gently.
'I am intrigued by all the non-verbal elements placed at this table. I wish I could wind back the time I have been gone!' - he adds.
'You mustn't think about this because what happened yesterday could be the beginning of everything.' - I add back.
The deep silence kicked in again but within a better vision of the whole situation. We both looked at each other with predominant hope and continued the day as if nothing ever changed. As if nothing ever happened. As if he had never been gone.
Sometimes words are useless and even though partners need communication in order for their relationship to succeed, I beg to differ.
Distance can break like a thread into a pattern. A continuous string can default and break into bits and pieces in just a second. But what can help is time! Time, the crucial element of our existence can tell the worth of an element or multiple factors.
Love,
R.
Volver a respirar la lluvia que caera sobre este cuerpo y mojara
La flor que cresce en mi y volvera a reir y cada dia
Un instante volvere a pensar en ti.' - Bebe - Siempre me quedara
I am looking from afar and checking you out. You are not looking at me, yet, because I can observe the obstructive way of holding your pen between your lips. I find it tedious and unattractive but I am trying to define the ideal concept in my head I once had. I find it difficult to bind my memory into bits and pieces and then a whole. This might be just the right amount of distraction I get since the mystery has unravelled itself and yet I see him reaching for the cup of tea just beside him. He takes a sip and a drop just ran out onto his lips. Mmm. 'I could bite them.'
I get distracted again by the unappealing shirt he's wearing and cramped jeans that make him look like an old fart. He moves away his eyes and remains mesmerized of my deep thoughts. Then he comes towards me and within just a flickering light, he pushes me down the couch. 'There. Does it feel good?' - he says.
Right after the sensual seduction happening, the environment suddenly changed - lights were off and dreams became real.
Early morning I wake up discovering he is not next to me. I jump out of the bed and I start stretching. Next, I grab on the nearest piece of cloth I could find and I reach towards the window. Mmm. The breeze of the windy 8 o'clock has just sneaked out into the room. I walk towards the other room and I see nobody but a dark room with daylight trying so much to enter through the single glass of window covered by vintage curtain. I move closer to the opened door and then I smell the freshly baked out of the over croissants. 'Just like my granda' used to make them!' - he says excited. I smile happily while entering fully into the old 60's kitchen. He is reaching towards the tiny window to let the baked stuffed air out. I am thrilled about the smell but also his smell..
As much as I hate his knitted slippers, I turn immediately my eyes onto the half eaten croissant left on the colourful plate he picked.
'How do you find them?' - he says.
'Extremely delicious!' - I respond.
After the small chat, a vivid and predominant silence arouse until the whistling of the teapot interrupted it. The bits of herbs in the mug were so interesting to observe when the tea was almost finished. The colourful, innocent lines of the herbs made in the mug were fascinating me until he touched me with his rough hands.
'What are you thinking?' - he asks.
'Nothing.' - I reply.
I am amazed by his interest into my deep thoughts that has raised me an eyebrow. He seemed amused by the facial expression. Then he places both hands into mine and caresses me gently.
'I am intrigued by all the non-verbal elements placed at this table. I wish I could wind back the time I have been gone!' - he adds.
'You mustn't think about this because what happened yesterday could be the beginning of everything.' - I add back.
The deep silence kicked in again but within a better vision of the whole situation. We both looked at each other with predominant hope and continued the day as if nothing ever changed. As if nothing ever happened. As if he had never been gone.
Sometimes words are useless and even though partners need communication in order for their relationship to succeed, I beg to differ.
Distance can break like a thread into a pattern. A continuous string can default and break into bits and pieces in just a second. But what can help is time! Time, the crucial element of our existence can tell the worth of an element or multiple factors.
Love,
R.
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