"Иногда важно уметь говорить, потому что и в молчании – нет большого смысла." ©
I hear him in the storm...
I am with my friend in the club or somekind of art show but there is a concert.
We are walking around, watching... I feel him.
We've stood at the small balcony to see the performance. At that moment he'd passed by together with his mother paying no attention to me. But she did and started to yell at him that he choosed an awful sits and she doesn't see anything.
I found him in his room.
It's furnished with a very nice antique furniture. Lot's of books everythere.
We have a very nice conversation sitting at his desktop. I'm beside him through the corner.
He said something I didn't understand:
- You don't know what it is?
- Nope.
He turns around on his chair to reach a shelf behind him and takes a bunch of small papers. All appeared to be filled with notes.
He takes another one looking clear, tears it on two (I'm noticing a part the begining of the phrase "let's" on behind) standing up. Walks behind my back, bend over me, putting a list in front of me to write down the word I didn't understand. I feel the warmth of his body and his breath on my skin and starting to shiver.
He whispers something on my ear and kisses my neck. I turn around and kiss him on his lips.
And I wake up from ringing timer.
P.S. It was quite a while I didn't see him in my dreams and didn't had any chattering with him in my mind.
Interesting...
I am with my friend in the club or somekind of art show but there is a concert.
We are walking around, watching... I feel him.
We've stood at the small balcony to see the performance. At that moment he'd passed by together with his mother paying no attention to me. But she did and started to yell at him that he choosed an awful sits and she doesn't see anything.
I found him in his room.
It's furnished with a very nice antique furniture. Lot's of books everythere.
We have a very nice conversation sitting at his desktop. I'm beside him through the corner.
He said something I didn't understand:
- You don't know what it is?
- Nope.
He turns around on his chair to reach a shelf behind him and takes a bunch of small papers. All appeared to be filled with notes.
He takes another one looking clear, tears it on two (I'm noticing a part the begining of the phrase "let's" on behind) standing up. Walks behind my back, bend over me, putting a list in front of me to write down the word I didn't understand. I feel the warmth of his body and his breath on my skin and starting to shiver.
He whispers something on my ear and kisses my neck. I turn around and kiss him on his lips.
And I wake up from ringing timer.
P.S. It was quite a while I didn't see him in my dreams and didn't had any chattering with him in my mind.
Interesting...