Well there is a feeling that can not be described the words ... but I like a good presumptuous which I will do the same. Nell'inaspettato lurks, like all rare sensations. I've been in a TV film Sci-Fi, I was there I looked at my daily dose, dazed in front of the screen, reset the mental functions, everything you need to survive within an arm out of my nose ... The episode was running out, she returned home after saving the planet destroyed, fuck a bit 'with her sister and niece, then lies down on the couch. Still fully dressed and made up, of course, sipping a glass of red wine, as if all those who have had a shitty day never gathered on the bed with flannel pajamas! In short, the wine is drinking when they come knocking the door. Surprise, surprise, and I want to emphasize black and angry for some idiot who comes home late at night, opens the door, and he appears. He, his colleague, and a nice little 'rebellious, cool enough, the one with which you exchange smiles sometimes strange ... Now it's in front of his door at night, drunk but not enough to look like a gremlin, he starts to tell her like, "thanks for today I did not realize I'm a fool Good thing there is you should drink something together once" ... so, without pausing, speaking in bursts disinhibited by alcohol. She looks at him between thrilled and amused, waiting for it to end the rant ... and then hiding behind the door is closing replied: "Well yes, we should drink something with one of these days. "They look as the door never seems to end his run, and while they look, slip something indefinable ... which is what I'm talking about. And it is this point that I came out of my torpor intellectual / intellectual, was struck out of the blue from this sequence. There was something in their eyes, the way they look while in abeyance, that I had harpooned a fish off for the first time. It was not love, at least not yet ... that is attractive, but not mere sexual drive, desire to discover the other, the desire to approach him, words to make him slip on the skin, the groom in his eyes ... They had left it, with something that it was still nothing, but it was something that made them vibrate, which made them smile. At that time they were truly alive. I could see in their minds: the desire to follow each other with our eyes until it disappears entirely, imagine instead of kissing when you are closing the door behind his back, savor the moment later, the scent is left in 'air. Wonder why we feel we are so well despite setting a closed door, wondering why it has felt like kissing a person who does not even know at the end ...
A rare magical moment, where nothing really makes sense if not the person we have in mind, a moment that seems to ravish us is spiked with something intoxicating. It makes us feel good in a way that is different from all others. Even in love there is a moment like this, not seen as better or worse than certain, however, does not exist except in those moments when a person we like and we like her, and we seem to find the same instant as the door ... closes.
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