Magic afternoon

Bad night, bad dreams, but surprisingly a quite good afternoon. Today I felt a soft wind, kind of a breeze, in my face and remembered you. It was intimate, comfortable, sweet, full of peace and tenderness. Like your lips on mine. My hands in your face. Our bodies and souls turned in one. Today I could see you smiling at me, laughing heartfully and freely. And, I dont't know how, I know you could felt me too, today. In the sunset, I'm almost sure. Or when night falls and the sky change to a black tapestry with sparkling holes made by curious angels (I told you this story once). Or, who knows, you felt me at sametime, in a fierce, hot and fresh air, while sun kisses you creamy skin. It doesn't matter, in fact, the time when it occurried. What matter is that this afternoon was a touch of magic, a touch of love. A touch of you.