Autum evening melancholia
That day was covered by gray showers glittering from the sky passive and cold, well entered the autumn and the anthems of glory it carry were just passing over as the wind claimed for some fragrance stolen from her skin. Nobody yet and I was waiting still at the gates of that station, distracted but trouble minded for some unreasonable reason. The cold fence covered in black called desperate for the night while my hands holding it with strength claimed for some sort of happening something, before the robe of night will set us apart. A few sun rays were escaping from the dense heavens reminiscences of the summer who was dying already, no hope for the living and the leaves all dead on the floor contrasted as the clouds were taking the few rays from my skin. It was clear that there wouldn't be any warmth anymore from that point on. I was already immersed in the era of the hades.
A breeze full of crispy coffe contrasting with the chilled air came out from a cafe at the corner, the people inside were like shadows, I could never tell about their faces or their manners, but they were for sure "bourgeois" covered on their halos of cloaked anonymity or obvious extravaganza, they were looking nowhere and everything just authentically them, being their kind. "Me siento un poco dramático hoy" I mumbled a whisper and following another breeze surrounded my face then, I noticed I wasn't alone.
She was there, looking for me, perhaps she was expecting some fancy presence of mine. I thought, perhaps she is waiting for somebody else rather than me as a following act like if the waves of my thoughts would splash on her mind didn't take much time after she encountered my eyes and after a big smile I could reply honestly with a warm and short kiss. The snow started to stain our black curls, and the only hope we had was that café by the Boulevard des Invalides.
Unintentionally we walked together and entered the place to cover up ourselves from the snowy rain. The people inside were still shadows and eyes, no one is here I though, but the place is full. She as a living muse in spring, entered with naturality cutting the air with her accidental elegance and simplicity as if here beauty would be an accident and then just then those shadows were gone.
Usually we were very deep in our conversations, and every time we were together although we knew there was some attraction, we were reluctant to accept it openly but more like a sorcerer looking through the crystal ball of our eyes. But this time the rain and the cold, were making us to be closer than other times.
We were melancholic and susceptible somehow, there was a long silence and a couple of hot chocolate sips accidentally I was explaining some sort of evolutionary theory and I moved my hand, and touched hers, but she kept hers there, I must not loose the track of my ideas I thought and I left my hand and even pushed it somehow against her right palm while me, I was explaining some crazy irrelevant ideas about whatever story. And I saw something amazing. Her pupils went totally round and deep, black as obsidian.
For a moment I felt terrified, but I decided to ignore it, she was still looking at me with her great presence but perhaps somewhere else. I just kept talking but we both knew that something was not following the course of what from the outside looks like a normal conversation. She interrupted me and said. I know. I know everything about. I froze because of her answer, how could she possibly know that "everything about" how could she know?
I said, no matter how hard you try, there is no everything about you could know my darling. Truth is elusive. Don't play with me the game of truth she said, I know what you mean when you look at me like that. I can't really decide anything about but I know everything for sure because I made it happen. I am the architect of this, my own pleasure and disgrace. Why it has to be you? She popped out her lipstick and applied softly on her lips and Paris was on fire, then a kiss... And she left me there on the floor.
A breeze full of crispy coffe contrasting with the chilled air came out from a cafe at the corner, the people inside were like shadows, I could never tell about their faces or their manners, but they were for sure "bourgeois" covered on their halos of cloaked anonymity or obvious extravaganza, they were looking nowhere and everything just authentically them, being their kind. "Me siento un poco dramático hoy" I mumbled a whisper and following another breeze surrounded my face then, I noticed I wasn't alone.
She was there, looking for me, perhaps she was expecting some fancy presence of mine. I thought, perhaps she is waiting for somebody else rather than me as a following act like if the waves of my thoughts would splash on her mind didn't take much time after she encountered my eyes and after a big smile I could reply honestly with a warm and short kiss. The snow started to stain our black curls, and the only hope we had was that café by the Boulevard des Invalides.
Unintentionally we walked together and entered the place to cover up ourselves from the snowy rain. The people inside were still shadows and eyes, no one is here I though, but the place is full. She as a living muse in spring, entered with naturality cutting the air with her accidental elegance and simplicity as if here beauty would be an accident and then just then those shadows were gone.
Usually we were very deep in our conversations, and every time we were together although we knew there was some attraction, we were reluctant to accept it openly but more like a sorcerer looking through the crystal ball of our eyes. But this time the rain and the cold, were making us to be closer than other times.
We were melancholic and susceptible somehow, there was a long silence and a couple of hot chocolate sips accidentally I was explaining some sort of evolutionary theory and I moved my hand, and touched hers, but she kept hers there, I must not loose the track of my ideas I thought and I left my hand and even pushed it somehow against her right palm while me, I was explaining some crazy irrelevant ideas about whatever story. And I saw something amazing. Her pupils went totally round and deep, black as obsidian.
For a moment I felt terrified, but I decided to ignore it, she was still looking at me with her great presence but perhaps somewhere else. I just kept talking but we both knew that something was not following the course of what from the outside looks like a normal conversation. She interrupted me and said. I know. I know everything about. I froze because of her answer, how could she possibly know that "everything about" how could she know?
I said, no matter how hard you try, there is no everything about you could know my darling. Truth is elusive. Don't play with me the game of truth she said, I know what you mean when you look at me like that. I can't really decide anything about but I know everything for sure because I made it happen. I am the architect of this, my own pleasure and disgrace. Why it has to be you? She popped out her lipstick and applied softly on her lips and Paris was on fire, then a kiss... And she left me there on the floor.
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