And, The Carpenters started to sound. The chords of “Close to you” accompanied his hand, that was offered to her, reaching out, inviting her to dance.
Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
Her heart was beating fast, happily and excitingly. He held her determinately and softly. She needed it, she was close to floating. In fact, she thought that in any second she was going to shoot out through the roof of the dance floor. And she didn’t want to. She wished to stay in those arms forever. Going round and round to the beat of the song.
Why do stars fall down from the sky
Every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
She laid her head on his chest. From there she could take in his scent. A powerful and pervasive scent. At first like new tangerines, fresh and acidic. It was followed by a powerful smell of skin, of leather. An intoxicating smell, that turns sweet when, in a twist, the vanilla covers everything. She likes vanilla ‘till surfeit. The ice creams in summer, the creams in winter. Is something that she can’t, or won't, avoid. And, here she is, twisting, wrapped in vanilla. Another twist and gets into the patchouli, so sexy, so rocky, and takes her, back over, to the skin and the acids of the fresh tangerines.
On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.
She thinks that she’s being rude; she hasn’t looked at his face even once. She hasn’t smiled. She hasn’t said anything. But, how can she look up, when she knows what’s waiting there? The deep blue sea of his eyes. ¡Oh, Jesus! how can she look at him? Most likely she will end up unconscious, in the middle of the dance floor, in horrible disgrace. But she tries hard and there they are, those wonderful blue eyes, of a grey-blue color, that change color depending on the light of the day and the place where they are. Sometimes they are the sea, sometimes they are the fog, sometimes the silver edge of a sword. But, nevertheless, warm. Because he always smiles, and his eyes smile with him.
After the eyes, what you notice most about his face are his cheeks, tall and sharp, as a silent film artist. Yes, he looks like a heroe of silent films. His skin is pale, but without looking ill. Sometimes, she thinks that maybe he’s a no time body, a vampire. She, shakes her head smiling, if he knew she was comparing him with a vampire.
She keeps looking down and finds his mouth, soft lips, with a permanent smile. His mouth contains perfect teeth, with some white teeth in formation, lined up, He knows it, and tries to laugh opening his mouth a lot , he loves to see the admiration on the faces that he causes to those in front of him
That is why all the girl in town
Follow you all around.
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
The music is taking them. He swings with the rhythm and his hair moves, in spite of the perfect haircut and the hair gel that he has certainly, put on. She didn’t know how describe the exact color of his hair. Maybe blond with shades of red. Or, red hair with blonde streaks. Or, brown hair, or like the color of honey, or like wheat. ¡No!, she knows it, it is the color of the beach sand, at dawn, a beautiful summer day.
On the day that you were born
The angels come together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.
And, they still are twisting…
-Clàudia! CLÀUDIA!
-What? Yes, Eva, What, what was the question?
-Present simple or present continuous.
-¡Aix! Present perfect, Eva, present perfect.
