I DON'T KNOW WHY IN THIS POST THE PICTURE DOESN'T UPLOAD AND THE TEXT IS ALL FUCKED UP. I POSTED IT AGAIN TODAY, SO THE GOOD ONE IS THE SECOND POST OF TODAY, SUNDAY 13TH
Picture by Adeleide Rose
I was your lover, this time. It happened like this: I went to your house cause you invited me over to watch a movie. Moulin Rouge, you said. I accepted, without any further expectations, but with a silly smile in my face that you couldnt recognize as well as the first time we met. We watched the movie and then I realized that we were back in my house like the first day. but I didnt care too much. You didnt seem to have noticed either. Fifteen minutes after the movie started your hand was trying to reach my leg, just the same way you did the first time. I helped you, and we stood holding hands for the last hour of the film. It was wonderful, I thought, I know I started crying. And you know, I never cry when Im with someone, its one of those negative reactions I get without any effort. And again, I felt like that was the moment, the occasion, while you were concentrated on the music and on holding my hand every time stronger. I looked at you, you looked at me. I was scared, scared of being as dumb as the last time, remember? That time when I thought you wanted to kiss me and then you said we were only friends and I didnt know what you meant so I kissed you and you left. But I didnt think much, its a dream. I approached you to kiss you and you did too. Right in the moment when our lips had to sign the deal I woke up of my dream. And here I was, in the middle of nowhere, still asleep, jumping from dream to dream, always trying to reach your lips
Text: MagaSoto 2009
Picture by Adeleide Rose
I was your lover, this time. It happened like this: I went to your house cause you invited me over to watch a movie. Moulin Rouge, you said. I accepted, without any further expectations, but with a silly smile in my face that you couldnt recognize as well as the first time we met. We watched the movie and then I realized that we were back in my house like the first day. but I didnt care too much. You didnt seem to have noticed either. Fifteen minutes after the movie started your hand was trying to reach my leg, just the same way you did the first time. I helped you, and we stood holding hands for the last hour of the film. It was wonderful, I thought, I know I started crying. And you know, I never cry when Im with someone, its one of those negative reactions I get without any effort. And again, I felt like that was the moment, the occasion, while you were concentrated on the music and on holding my hand every time stronger. I looked at you, you looked at me. I was scared, scared of being as dumb as the last time, remember? That time when I thought you wanted to kiss me and then you said we were only friends and I didnt know what you meant so I kissed you and you left. But I didnt think much, its a dream. I approached you to kiss you and you did too. Right in the moment when our lips had to sign the deal I woke up of my dream. And here I was, in the middle of nowhere, still asleep, jumping from dream to dream, always trying to reach your lips
Text: MagaSoto 2009