The weather was just the first day, but this time it was particularly strange. A summer rainstorm occurs almost every year for just one day. Had previously experienced some facts days of summer rain, like a ruined cites, for example. The trip was eternal. Starting the usual walk 10 minutes to go grab the microphone, a section usually bored, which now has not changed. Another 5 minutes waiting for the bus at the bus stop and finally approached. Cheerful and danceable melodies orchestrated ruminations:
"You're gonna make me cry ...
're gonna make me fly ... high "
destination is reached, you cross the street. A look at the sidewalk in front and I was there. The band put out their music, and concluded speculation step. Then a kiss, a hug, impregnated her.
The rain ruined plans coastal walks and watch the sea in a hug, so he had to take refuge.
A stairway, and a return. Another staircase, and another.
Quick, direct, to the point .
was already up, ready. On a balcony, fingering the MP4, talked about music. Nerves here, nerves there. Short break, going to the bathroom. Return.
Wait ... Wait ...
still waiting.
was decided. How long.
huge aftershocks, earthquake interior.
What followed was communion, as never before. Sublime, beautiful, unique.
words, words. Hands clasped, tears fighting to erupt. A tight hug.
was love. Yes, love.
I also wanted to mourn with you ...
The soundtrack to a movie, ours. All wore, as he had been doing all along. You
made me cry. You
made me fly ... high ... very high.
Promises to accomplish, and I do not lie, you know.
I adore. I love you.
