sexta-feira, 27 de julho de 2012

ONE NIGHT



One night
Softly, anchored in the greatness of the word, love came.
"I love you" ...
Graphic, powerful, stripped, giving itself generously like a promissory note without retirement or protest, to remind them of the simplicity of things and they rolled, contemplating them so lined up, challenging them to measure the geography of desire where both were consumed, not as far as he seemed not as close as they desired by guessing the manners, the looks, the scents of bodies and the bittersweet compulsion of sex ...
To hell with the world, the conventions and the time to flee in their awake! Love was thus a long history of patience to leaf through the next chapters, with attendance. He, seething, pretending to be simple, to give himself completely without remorse, a gift, an exchange without receipt or invoice in joyful living and the hustle and her trying to catch him in the brief dash strokes in a short sketch where briefly, the body had spent the night, but the heart stayed a lifetime ...