Don't get me wrong, I've seen dawns.
Dawns filled up with coffees and deadlines,dawns packed up with anxieties, and kisses.Dawns witnessed from my little window, or from a field still damp of night.
This morning,however,I've seen London.
I've truly seen it,for the first time.
I've seen the sky slowly turn immense; I've seen the light wake up every half-asleep window,shining upon every inch of asphalt ceaselessly trampled.
It was...such an intimate and secret moment; it was like stealing a glance from an overly elegant woman met in a bar, after spending the night together.
No make up, no armour.
No more artificial,no more out of reach.Human, and shyly secret.
It's been like utter a silent secret, passing over in silence something we both perfectly know,something we both always conceal under clothes, attitudes, cliches.
We are not perfect.
My beautiful.
