We kissed.
I drew with my left hand towards me by his side. The right hand rested, with his fingers to his itnrecciate, the rough, ancient stone parapet of the riverside trees overlooking the placid flow of the river full of earth.
kiss was a placid, something expected, the known and expected. A kiss long and intense, quiet. A kiss sad, already full of nostalgia.
was a kiss with the taste of regret in mind in the mouth, tongue fixed at that point where you feel stronger the bitterness. We knew
. After that kiss, there was only silence. What words would be used? It was already instilled in us the resignation.
That moment was the culmination of a little fun, a little mad sometimes necessary.
eyes closed, remove all distractions. The thought invaded by the fluid stream of sensations. The humidity of vents, the hot breath like a wind that came out of the nostrils, the contrast between the rugged rock of the old square and the subtle softness of his fingers painted nails of a brown color too weird pr have a name. The city
snoring monotonous and calm. His rumbling mingled with the little roll of the water.
The wind rustled the leaves.
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