Hola Hermosura:
I had a dream; I will try to describe it as better as I can with my poor English.
There were just a few hours to the rising sun, morning. The sky was full of stars, fat, filled, swollen stars, full of night. The moon was out for a while and then was gone. Was one of those sad moons which any body look, those ones which any body pays attention. She was there with out any figure, with out any light, and suddenly she went to hide behind those mountains. We were enjoying these events, together her and me, our bodies were so close like two trees entwined each other that look one from the far; our souls like those that were far and this is the first encounter after a long time, holding so hard because they a afraid to be separated again. We are talking about fantasies, I can smell her breathe, is so pure, feel her warm body, There is music in the background, a tango “Maria de Buenos Aires” by Astor Piazzolla, maybe this is my destiny. Is so comfortable, if this is real, I want to live and die here.
Abruptly I wake up, my eyes hurt there is too much light, an unlikely silence and…she not here.
Now, what are going to do my lips with out her mouth to fill them?
