MY SPILLED CUP OF TEA.

Under a radiant day, a white room, and a fairly comfortable temperature, it starts to rain. If I close my eyes I can transport myself to the darkest den, illuminated with neon lights, a stage where represent the worst of my works to an anxious audience. Unfortunately, everything has an expiration date. A silent, your silence, darkening the room, it clouds, my most rabid fear is that it starts to rain. Words, your words, flying fleeting hitting on me, leaving me immobile on the ground. You lift me up to push me, I can not wait to cross the threshold. The black sheep, chaos personified, lost in my head and found no solution. A wink, a lighter, it was enough to discourage me. Choppy breaths, tight lips, carving a road to nowhere. A bit about the size of a mountain. And there we are, face to face, you most duels I bullets, catching them with your teeth. Your biggest weakness will be your greatest strength. Your biggest storm, downpours are merely passengers, and I almost feel ...

Walking down the streets, a dry road, lost in my thoughts, not a single person. Only him, ruffling my hair, as usual, and slowing my march. I just want to get home. Faster than the wind, more slowly than light. You could give me a warm breeze, but not warm me to my bones. Not heard but contempt of your name, dishonoring the name of the wind to the nth. However, the sun... when shone always pleased everyone. I guarded thee, I embrace myself into my red coat to keep your shakes. I was looking for tricks, alleys, walls ... anything to avoid you, however you long appeared. But who are we going to cheat? I've always preferred the gray days. An autumn so variable, he had not gone away, still looking at me, giving me memories from afar. It was me the one sitting in the window,looking how you shaked them all, and me,safeguard at home, laughed about all these doomed, unconscious I would go out someday. So cynical, so fast, you runned around the street, under skirts and dresses, ...

Winter comes, with him, vague memories. Mist into nothingness, cold, icy rock where we dance whole nights on. Butterflies in my stomach, shortness of breath, your hands, as cold as frost, your back, the place where I shelter on. It was so cold, so warm at once. Playing, laughing, as if we were a couple of kids. As if the world did not matter, as if all problems remain under our feet. Elusives looks, we could not let anyone our secret know. Replicating confidant bells at midnight, the guardian of my door, Don't know if  you will wait on the pathway again, In the middle of the woods you will take me by the hand, and we'll get lost in the dark. Nights listening to the crackle of flames, and a pair of chords lighting the shades. We were aimlessly, retracing our steps. Playing worns. Until the first ended the game.