Questions

"September. What about the feel of the hearts in music? Kisses and caresses like the wind in the skin, a fairy tale where the characters are the fear and the faith. The simple excitation and the complicated significance of the human feeling, sometimes called love. Sometimes described in phrases written in the bodies with tongues, other times with tears in faces and lips taking the breath of the times. What about the desire or the bright eyes, that say it all? Or simply, nothing?.

Mountains. The sun goes down in the west and there are signs and clouds as curtains in a spot of moments where the seconds are the enemy. Time to follow in speed the heartbeats, lips that says no but hands to search the origin of the passion. A voyage in the most mysterious place on the earth, an incredible world in nudity, a world where the dreams are born. The place with all joys and sorrows possible. Just a body. Containing sometimes, a simple human soul.

Sunday at mountains. A sky without any light. Only the rest of the colors provided during the sunset. No stars. Any reason to search the motives to forget the kisses and the love words. Any reason to not think in the eyes and in the taste of the lips, the quivering skin when she feels me. Not only my look, also my mouth on her belly.

Bed. A place to write in real dreams and nightmares. Landscape in red and black. In white and blue, with the light of the eyes and the darkness of the sex. Silence in a new site interrupted by the little names of the lovers.  The little lyrics of the moans.

It is possible to launch questions against the simple silence and how the eyes can says more than words. How the sound of the breath in the skin can shake what human call soul, and how the feel of the nigh moments can makes to say "I love you, I want you", leaving aside any belief, any reason to try understand and explain with nomenclature, the feel inside us. The same reason to stay in a bed ignoring the sunset. Recognizing a new landscape in bodies and sheets."