XI - 2nd June

Finally we can walk under the warm Sun, between disconnected paths, breathing the scent of nature.

I was kidnapped by that intriguing and pure forest. The river was drawing a line, a pulsing vein

The same I felt the night before touching your wrists. Passion tasted us, your lips slipped down on my neck down to the back. Your warmth relieved my invisible scars.

Your palms reminded me the body of a leaf, laid naked on the grass. I was playing with them and I sensed your soul with a light touch.

I felt like a nymph in that bunch of trees, floating in search of a shelter.

I was just dreaming because the shelter was right next to me.

That misty night was too short to get some sleep. I sat on the kitchen counter watching the sunrise by the window. A glass of water between my hands.

I had this beautiful time and I held it as a treasure too beautiful to vanish, too precious to waste it.