"Your eyes, your hair and your lips".
I want to see you, i
want that you find me again.
Across the Konstanziagasse in 22, District in
Vienna, i stopped to walk and then i heard one song.
Sometimes i just see your lips and you see my lips... and your eyes, your beautiful eyes.
Last week i found myself alone in that garden
where we saw with our group that film. Another film from mirrors. Then you passed
over me and you touched your eyes with your reflection in the windows. You know
how beautiful are, don´t you? Wouldn't it be a big surprise. Your smile is like
your golden hair, like your golden heart. And so on and so on. He writes the
whole night all that boony words for her. He thinks, he will be again in the
U4, the green one. Of course, in the way to her, but you know already that, isn't it? Every day, he discovers
more from her and she from him. Some scenes are like a sweet dream between two
strangers that in some way they feel like a good friends. Maybe he is now
crazy for her. He always lost his mind between the last paragraph and the next
line. In that interlude appears she again, and she smiles at him. Is that
truth? Or what can you say about that, good boy? It´s a little bit exaggerated,
don´t you think? Well, i just want to keep the feeling inside, i just want to
keep her in my mind. Is that so much to ask? I am human and everyone needs to
be loved by someone. Everyone wants to share something with someone. Now
the heaven is waiting. Yes, that is the song I was hearing before. Before or
after tonight when I´ll dreaming of her wishing to keep this dream alive. I ask myself,
if one day that song will be played for us. It´s just 10:41 pm, but he´s dead tired now, but he doesn't want to go to bed. Indeed. Today was a lovely day and for
that reason , I understand how joyful is he now and the excitement doesn’t go
slower. He tries to write that, he tries to describe me the whole situation.
Every word, every gesture. It´s strange, isn’t? Or what are you thinking now?
Is this taking up too much of your precious time? Maybe you´re disappointed,
because we are talking without any direction, again. He was the man that repeated
that.
Well, I have to tell you
the truth. I could be the happiest man, if only she could think of me for a
couple seconds in this moment. And you?
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