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Her lips are folded, and suddenly the world makes sense only by her smile. Grab his hands and kisses them. The man does the same with hers. They look in the eyes without saying a word. Only sigh at the same time seeking to entwine their breaths. And so hard to breathe the air that was inside the lungs it is now in the depths of him, and vice versa. Intoxicated by this ethereal toast, smiling and squinting eyelids, never stop looking at their eyes.
In an unexpected moment, she looks down. His fingers move over the table in small circles. He looks at her, confused, and suddenly the few inches that separated them have become entire oceans. Man seeks
her hands but she slides down the table, hiding. Both remain silent, as a ballet dancers suspended in the dark while waiting for the music to continue to keep dancing. The orchestra plays in the woman's chest and up either at the moment, climb the notes.
She leans back in his chair. Ponderous guillotine falls on their breaths intertwined. Flapping like a fish out of water jumping the two ends of this embrace ethereal. Soon they end up bleeding to death and back to being just air.
him, confused but cautious, slide your hands across the table toward her. The leaves it there, exposed, and the offering. She purses her lips and takes his eyes out at the station. The man's hands remain in that ridiculous pose, uncomfortable and, as a fifth major chord with the seventh that refuses to resolve in tone. She drags
, with difficulty, his gaze to his eyes. The man raises his eyebrows, inviting her to speak. She sighs. - How are we going to do - she says.
He smiles. Takes her hands and kisses them. He shrugs and sighs. His breaths are reunited in an embrace invisible, misunderstood and alone, as the link between any pair. Decide