It was a Sunday afternoon in Milan, the ashen sky and cautious, was undecided on the right moment to throw up his anxiety about the world.
Still in Porta Venezia, had just spent two minutes and the phone rang .. - Puppy, I was so excited that we meet that I left a little 'before and seemed to fly, are already here-, I-
-also said that Gattaccia evil that, in the meantime, he laughed in his mustache.
That gray sky seemed, suddenly, only two of them smiling.
was a meeting of eyes, two auras immediately intertwined with each other. A small parcel
the Gattaccia, a large parcel
The Gattaccia the angel did not resist, the surprise was disarming.
A guide to the city of lovers, a cute little heart he wrote: "you'll be my Judas in this magic city. " A CD written by
studded secret.
A catalog from which to choose a weekend for 2.
A magical book that contained the fabulous love story written between the lines of an adventure novel ... The
Gattaccia, which usually had to keep things in hand, was speechless, my heart in my throat, the words were not cried his eyes out, but already love that angel.
The magic of the silence lasted several minutes, no embarrassment, the two seemed to touch, no doubt could disturb them.
It was as if at that moment, at that precise moment, both become aware that their dreams, the desire for love with a capital A, was overlooked, as if in a moment the matter of which dreams are made of materialized had their mutual desires to make them real.
only for them, just at that moment alone forever ...
Eye to eye is left to bring the sweet smell of the rain, gentle, stroking their faces but that they did not perceive the presence, it was as if everything had turned around in colorful bubbles that dance, drawing a path.
the angel's hand touched the white Gattaccia, a spark covered the two bodies, an explosion of synapses, telepathic eyes, twisted souls.
-My sweet puppy, I thought it would be our first meeting a blind date, where the eyes do not could see and the heart could feel better. Tender little boy, here we are -. The
Gattaccia, more and more excited and were drawn from a simple smile and dall'impercettibile fragrance of sincerity, held out his hand toward the angel and said: - I'm in your hands today, tomorrow I'll tell you what I think, but now I just need listen to your heart that speaks to me -
enter that path in that theater that tells the life of those living in the world so there .. In that world perfume
never heard Hear, hear languages \u200b\u200bhardly perceived in the city, felt their hearts beat in unison for the first time, felt the need to weave their own hands, felt the desire to smell each other's souls.
From that blind world you can only learn, you learn to listen to the other senses, to hear a beating heart, listening to a hand that touches us, a shortness of breath, two lips moist and warm heart.
Phillips was driving in this fantastic journey, Philippa, the sympathetic companion, Charon, the blind, in that world that dominated them all.
- Hello Philip, I am a black Gattaccia, I talk a lot and are a bit 'roly-poly, your hands are dry as sandpaper, you should use a little' cream ... -
The nice presentation was interrupted by a boat arrived to take fellow travelers, fellow blind in a blind world. It's easy to laugh at the lack
of temporary world as we know, the Gattaccia much consideration, the only thing that could feel good was that, even if he lost his sight, standing near him was a strong hand and a pure heart, c ' was his angel.
In the dark, without seeing, looked at him straight in the eyes, the eyes of the soul can see forever, felt his breath entrargli inside, the soft lips rested sull'angelo excited.
A kiss and then another thousand, their hearts had the sound of drums crazy, their fingers, inseparably joined, sanctioned a meeting, a bond archaic.
is easy to be happy, he thought that Gattaccia, just to meet an angel, just be like but it was just really, without pretense, without walls or superstructures.
enough to see without looking at your angel and in her eyes you see a me or you but only one of us.
Then let go and whisper softly in his ear
- in your eyes I saw our future, I love you! -
Still in Porta Venezia, had just spent two minutes and the phone rang .. - Puppy, I was so excited that we meet that I left a little 'before and seemed to fly, are already here-, I-
-also said that Gattaccia evil that, in the meantime, he laughed in his mustache.
That gray sky seemed, suddenly, only two of them smiling.
was a meeting of eyes, two auras immediately intertwined with each other. A small parcel
the Gattaccia, a large parcel
The Gattaccia the angel did not resist, the surprise was disarming.
A guide to the city of lovers, a cute little heart he wrote: "you'll be my Judas in this magic city. " A CD written by
studded secret.
A catalog from which to choose a weekend for 2.
A magical book that contained the fabulous love story written between the lines of an adventure novel ... The
Gattaccia, which usually had to keep things in hand, was speechless, my heart in my throat, the words were not cried his eyes out, but already love that angel.
The magic of the silence lasted several minutes, no embarrassment, the two seemed to touch, no doubt could disturb them.
It was as if at that moment, at that precise moment, both become aware that their dreams, the desire for love with a capital A, was overlooked, as if in a moment the matter of which dreams are made of materialized had their mutual desires to make them real.
only for them, just at that moment alone forever ...
Eye to eye is left to bring the sweet smell of the rain, gentle, stroking their faces but that they did not perceive the presence, it was as if everything had turned around in colorful bubbles that dance, drawing a path.
the angel's hand touched the white Gattaccia, a spark covered the two bodies, an explosion of synapses, telepathic eyes, twisted souls.
-My sweet puppy, I thought it would be our first meeting a blind date, where the eyes do not could see and the heart could feel better. Tender little boy, here we are -. The
Gattaccia, more and more excited and were drawn from a simple smile and dall'impercettibile fragrance of sincerity, held out his hand toward the angel and said: - I'm in your hands today, tomorrow I'll tell you what I think, but now I just need listen to your heart that speaks to me -
enter that path in that theater that tells the life of those living in the world so there .. In that world perfume
never heard Hear, hear languages \u200b\u200bhardly perceived in the city, felt their hearts beat in unison for the first time, felt the need to weave their own hands, felt the desire to smell each other's souls.
From that blind world you can only learn, you learn to listen to the other senses, to hear a beating heart, listening to a hand that touches us, a shortness of breath, two lips moist and warm heart.
Phillips was driving in this fantastic journey, Philippa, the sympathetic companion, Charon, the blind, in that world that dominated them all.
- Hello Philip, I am a black Gattaccia, I talk a lot and are a bit 'roly-poly, your hands are dry as sandpaper, you should use a little' cream ... -
The nice presentation was interrupted by a boat arrived to take fellow travelers, fellow blind in a blind world. It's easy to laugh at the lack
of temporary world as we know, the Gattaccia much consideration, the only thing that could feel good was that, even if he lost his sight, standing near him was a strong hand and a pure heart, c ' was his angel.
In the dark, without seeing, looked at him straight in the eyes, the eyes of the soul can see forever, felt his breath entrargli inside, the soft lips rested sull'angelo excited.
A kiss and then another thousand, their hearts had the sound of drums crazy, their fingers, inseparably joined, sanctioned a meeting, a bond archaic.
is easy to be happy, he thought that Gattaccia, just to meet an angel, just be like but it was just really, without pretense, without walls or superstructures.
enough to see without looking at your angel and in her eyes you see a me or you but only one of us.
Then let go and whisper softly in his ear
- in your eyes I saw our future, I love you! -
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