segunda-feira, 5 de novembro de 2012

She's coming back

She's coming back for Christmas and I already see the rain falling, shadows dancing in the walls of the hearth. Wood burning, fire rising and a blanket over us. Inside we hear the fire and the rain, inside we feel our hearts beating. Blood pulsating, rhythm increasing, two hearts becoming one. Scarlet decorates the walls and hearth and little lights shine by the window. A plastic three by the corner and warm chocolate in a mug, smoke rising. Our bodies side by side, sharing warmth but no warmth is bigger than the one coming from her smile.

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