Let me love you ...
shouted the header of that request, damn you! An anonymous
Tuesday, still remember it. The header of
never reported:
From Alex, Nothing, Mar 27 / 4 18:55, Annex.
It was not the usual email, there were the usual demands trivial, not the usual standard font.
A text page from the elegant and frivolous smile flashing in front of him.
"Gattaccia Hello, I read your message with passion and I found it exhilarating.
For a moment I believed that the sky and the sea to unite, that two unrelated beings in their nature, fit.
I thought it was nice to return the heart to beat and it's nice to do it when you feel ready, when the memories that had stopped by now turned into a pleasant summer breeze.
Your eyes remind me of the free flight of the gulls, sharp and true. Your nose
the softness of the rocks carved by rivers.
But it is the aspect that struck me, if I had seen these features in other words, of course, I would not have responded. The echo of melancholy
spring, enclosed in your words, it took me by the hand and now I'm here you write images to read the words of a perfect stranger, like you ready to experience the spring and summer embarked on.
My name is Alex, I live and work in a small town near the lake, I love sunsets scrutinized from the shores of my lake, I love the caress of the evening and take two dream with my eyes that truly immerse you in this beautiful dream ". The black Gattaccia
paused, stared, they were shiny, restored to the beginning of the mail and began reading.
hardly believe his eyes, he could have written those words, perhaps there was less melancholy, more lightness of being, but is recognized in all, it was recognized in the dream.
Chopin with his reinterpretation of the night accompanied the royal text. One, two, twenty times.
In the end, to accept the evidence, click with the mouse button - answer - never would have thought to stay for an hour to think.
ideas ran fast in his mind, thoughts exploded and then imploded again and become a dream in the air in hope.
"Tender Alex, my dream is to love. I would like to see someone
for hours in her eyes, breathing his breath to nourish ourselves with his words but the world is sterile, the common people are afraid to look in your eyes, ordinary people in an arid desert and stringy, ordinary people steal your soul.
Only an angel, an angel with wings ink, black ink, such as with so before you type in this impenetrable video I wrote for you, it can save me.
guess I listen to a piano that champagne, I imagine a ballroom, a great room, shiny and fragrant perfume of emotions, images of flowers, white roses, I imagine that suddenly burst into a caress my loneliness, I see only a man, a man like many others, has feathered wings as I thought.
Wings, sacrifice for wanting to look for love in this world. Angelo
my hug, look into my eyes, inebriate of your perfume, feed me from your lips ...
This is what I would say to that angel, that's what I would like to happen when I meet him, it is with this dream close my eyes and dying.
Why, in this world if you can not have happiness, it's nice, at least, to dream.
Dear Alex, I know I have you scared, shocked, sexually assaulted with my dreams, but I want to be honest, I am this, and I want to dream, but I'm tired of it by myself, I dream of my life with someone like me. I want to wake the
morning burst of happiness and looking at my smiling angel in her sleep, I want to acknowledge his feet just before it enters the house, I trust blindly, I give my heart, I want the breaking wave in a warm embrace enfold us, I want to grow old with the desire to caress her hand more soft.
'm mad, I know, but life is crazy, some said - life is a thrill of flying away, it's all a balance ... above the crowd - here's what I want, balance above the madness. ".
While Gattaccia concluded the mail, looked at his picture, smiled.
Time had marked his face, his smile framed by wrinkles appeared a frame ever more precious, more and more rich.
closed his laptop, the embrace tired and allowed himself to the attentions of Morpheus.
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