happens
happens that sometimes the unexpected touches you like a stolen kiss, the lips like a touch on the neck winter afternoon, like a hug confused with tears.
[ you feel beautiful, the eyes of him to tell ]
happens that sometimes you do not expect anything, that illusions remain closed in a cardboard box forgotten in the attic.
[ Gather hair in a soft bun. Illuminates the darkness with candles and kisses ]
happens that the reason to go to become a headlong rush into a meadow and the imagination, which is not imagination, interlacing with other fingers, other skin, other dreams.
[ Prepare a hot bath. Soft foam on the surface. His music is waiting ]
happens that dreams take the form of a journey, a place outside the world, out of time, to live without worries, just smiles to live.
[ In the silence of a heart only beats waiting ]
happens that you wait for the rain, because it must be thin to feel beautiful drops of water to knock on the window panes.
[
knock on the door ]
s'incapricci happens that the fate of you and make you think, say, play games that you did not ever done.
[ await you, my lord ]
often do not ask you anything, if right, if wrong, if tomorrow will suffer or be happy because you care only for today and today, yes, you're happy .
[ The short kimono silk slips slowly. The shining black on white skin. He loosens her long hair on the back ]
happens that the time would stop, look at you, sneer and run away.
[ is lost in her kisses, to the enchantment of a ]
happens that for fear of failing, fear of hurt, fear of living, the beautiful black silk kimono remains locked in a drawer, you are never lit the candles, the music remains silent, the water cools down and the foam disappears.
[ You would not have wanted more. He did not know what will ]
It is only the rain.
[ tears seem ]
's just the rain.
.
