You stood up to the window to light a cigarette, you looked me from there, laying down on the bed with my head on your pillow, looked me like you had something to say, and then you asked "do you love the light that comes in from the street?" and i said "yes, sure... but i love the way your presence lights up the room better".
You said "do you think that life is all about this moments? these fragments of time?" and i wondered, i kept thinking about it for about 5 minutes more until you came on to bed again, unfolded the sheets and you let that warm body enter my soul again. You looked for my legs and made a chain with them, with yours and mine, my arms were around your chest while my head rested on your shoulder. Your hands were in my hips and your feet colder than ever touching mine.
After then minutes i had the answer to his question. I looked up to you, put my lips to your ears and said: "There Will Never Be A Better Time"
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