Lyrical Modern Costumes

The bottom of my love.

Ils sont assis derrière la fenêtre. Une table entre eux. Les regards sont émus, pudiques, contenus. Ils se regardent. Ils nous regardent du dehors, sans trop comprendre, sans trop saisir. Ils auront peur de ce regard. Et puis ils oublient ce regard extérieur. Le first round is a dummy argument, history ... Leaning on the table, they will slowly lose in the eyes. Sometimes as a standoff. Sometimes complicit in the glow. Their hands hold. Then come closer. Then keep it, and shaking a little. Still leaning on the table. Unconcerned about when their surroundings. In wrong way they read. They hold hands. The gesture has passed thought the dirt.
He pulls him and kissed his hand. She pulls her to take better yield. Melt better wrap. The other hand remained on the table are shaking their fingers. People become closer to each other as they walked on the table. They meet, entangle, hold, hold back. The arms diverge on their lips trembling. The moment, time, time stops.

Senses prohibited shattered. They no longer hear the voices who say no. Not see, eyes closed, mouths joined. Breathing stopped, accelerated. They came to search with no entry in the face. Hand in hand, body against body. They recognize themselves. Breath breath cons, they are lost. The inevitable attraction surrounds them. They mix in a close embrace almost painful.

The doors open with a bang. They are, find themselves and discover themselves yet. In this strange place, between two spaces, between two times, between one space and time.

Well yes! Despite the reasonable ideas. Despite scrapes the soul. Despite a lot of good and bad reasons. Anyway. It was good. It was loud, it sounded right. was against the direction of decisions. But this man, I have no fear. Our limits are not scary. And this man, I love it. And that's almost three years. Even askew, today I saw as it grabs me yet. And tomorrow, well it tomorrow.
I say this, I say nothing. It's dreadful, it's confusing, it is incomprehensible. Every time we try to love, it also attempts to "hate each other" is trying to "s'amourlibre. We try. We tried everything, even forgotten by the cicadas that sing all summer. But it is not forgotten. There's something tangled there.