...The feeling of ice that came over me as I saw you and my body, literally, froze...
...The way I felt my soul to smile by having you there, in front of me, for the first time, and as if always been ...
...The way I seemed to travel in time and was watching in front, a draft of which has always yearned to find a day ...
...The way in which we were looking at each other, smiling, saying nothing ...
...The way how the intensity of the mixture of fear with anxiety invaded us ... how we wanted to include gestures and words, and spoke only look ...
...The way you were looking at me in silence in the evening light and candles. ... Gestures quiet and serene, dragged ....
...The feeling that I haven’t wake up alone ... to have some broad shoulders to my back, as if in a nest of protection ...
...Your voice whispering "and it appears you and the earth starts shaking .. are my weakness" ...
...How we didn't wanna the night could be over, the time doesn't pass ...
This time, I don't wanna make mistakes....
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