Story (it was all a mess)

He gave himself fully to whom he shared his sheets a short time before she did, made promises, paid homage and kept fidelity to the ghost that only in his heart lived.

She knew, on the other hand, that only one call would pass through the fine mesh that trapped the nightmares that had tormented her for so many years, she knew that only a small amulet was missing to decorate the corner of her bed and watch her dreams.

He was heartbroken the night she had decided to repair his, while he built high concrete walls she drew imaginary bridges in order to materialize them.

She was the personification of chaos, she talked in spurts while she always amazed him with some new feat, she was peculiar and she knew how to please like no other. It was the rottenness of his calculated structure.

For both the nights passed in the most tenuous of the oblivion, sometimes she interrupted to leave the seeds in the place where later she would make an explosion, to him the heart stopped a little but he knew that there was always the secret joker that the He would give in under his sheets.

And without wanting it, the butterflies besieged them, while the summer nights turned to green spring. One over the other in that space were just the two of them, the galaxy shrinking to its soft moans and leaving no room for explanations.

He saw how, minute by minute, his great walls were cracking, he knew that there was no one like her so long ago. She felt the warmth of his lips when he chiseled her walls and felt her cold absence when her vibration was found by another body.

He had a past. She just wanted to be his present.

Meanwhile the time passed and he asked himself melancholy: When will you understand the pleasure of having coincided in this life?