Tonight I have dreamed again about
her.
I was in the outskirts of the
city, I knew it because of the great avenues illuminated by
phosphorus amber lights, and the
stream of cars that went to the entrails of a dark
tunnel.
I had already seen a
cab when suddenly, I saw a
firetruck full of
beautiful young people . The faces passed by in
slow motion, half a meter of
me. Then
I saw her. Her
expression was of
tiredness. We saw each other and we extended our hands, in a
second we went from the resignation of
loosing the moment to stopping the time, to freezing the
dream around us.
She came next to me, with
sadness in her face. We touched ourselves knowing that we had to separate, that the encounter was not
possible.
Kisses at the end of the
skin, neck and a terrible
sadness.
I am not going to continue with this dream, because I am not sure of what happened afterwards. I just know that I have waken up with the desire to write a low node.