i’m in love with her.

The dark night explode. Only two orange stripes stayed in the sky and we guess a kind of power deep inside the car leather. That’s where we keep the bodies and the money. Then we understand: it’s a woman lying in it, it’s an angel standing on the edge and we’re blind. Almost naked (she’ll find a blue key), and the memories disappear. She will meet them soon. She will die too. She will have a dream that doesn’t belong to her and she will make them lie.

She doesn’t belong to them, they just whisper her name in the calm wind of the night: This is the girl.

They’re dying inside a strange univers, a small world build by themselves for themselves, with public places, like a copy of a real world that might be outside and so they walk in this direction because the only way for them to feel is to be surrounded by her. Their movement is slow and we have to be aware to hear it. It’s not a sound. Just a light crawling. They walk and everything becomes darker and darker, at first it’s a vail and then it’s curling up like wings around the light.

They say her eyes reflect her soul and her lips doesn’t obey as long as her heart whispers, and that between her hands are hiding a thousand violet birds. They also say her stomach scream like a wild panther and her skin govern as long as the ink is black. They say when she’s around we can smell a vanilla wind and that satin would hurt her if she slept naked. Even every single page of a book that she reads remember her forever.

She’s honest. She’s waiting for me, all the time i wasn’t here, she’s waiting patiently and she doesn’t eat. She’s the night, merely, completely, and i often forget to thank her for being mine, only mine, and i often forget to tell her: “yes, i love you, and that’s why i’m leaving, i don’t know when i’m coming back, wait for me please…”. And i leave, i leave and i search in the streets the one i search but who stay hidden.

i had this project, still secret, i had this project and, with a huge fear in my stomach, it would be like the end (death?), the arrival, a logical beauty. Yet it had this pervert side. i tought about it so much, it was still shining, it was pure like a tear, perhaps that’s why i asked myself why i wanted it so much. i was too happy, this impossible feeling, surrounding, exalting… You should probably know at this time that i didn’t resist. Forgive me to be so happy when everything begins. i fell in love with her.

It will go away. It will go away. It will go away. She’s sleeping. She’s sleeping before, and after. I have to forget and join her in this state of mind, and never wake up.