Another night without sleeping, another night out, on the garden, watching the stars, thinking... about what? Life? Future? No...thinking about his eyes, those eyes that are my life, my future, a dream, my dream.
It's already midnight, I know it because my mother turned the lights off, poor her, she was tired, but I told her that i'll be here for a while.
-Okay - she said, -But go for a sweater.
-Sure - I said, and kissed her. I went for my jacket, but i'm not wearing it, I like to feel the cold wind on my skin and so, when he comes, I could feel his warm body with mine.
The night continues its course and in the meantime mine. I can't stop thinking about those beautiful eyes and their particular combination of colors: blue and green, dark as the night, but as shiny as the stars.
I remeber the first time I met him. It wasn't in a very common way, like in a restaurant or something, I met him because a poem, his poem.
In that moment It wasn't very relevant for me, but who would say that 3 years later thanks to that poem I would know the love of my life, the mas who's always with me, who always consoles me and the most important, who inspires me.
I know he's coming today.
The temperature decreases more and more, but I don't want to wear my jacket, I know that soon he will be here and will hug me with those strong arms, as always.
The cold wind starts to run, striking my face and making me sleep.
