She ran because she was late, with the bag in his hand abruptly crossed the street and catch his breath he thought within himself that he is not a surprise at the end of time, especially if unexpected.
So he went into that room full of mirrors and immediately saw him. Not his reflection, he saw himself and smiled.
He did not recognize it immediately, perhaps because so much had changed since the last time, or maybe because now she was more like the idea he had of herself, only now he could really be her.
He met her kissing her cheeks and she was caressed by the aroma will not forget And blue degl'occhi him.
It was a moment, a moment.
The rest was music and hands touching as if to ask permission. He was upset and emotional. And disturbing emotions.
Perhaps the troubling because it was not yet strong enough to know which direction to take. He did not know if it was the wisest path of action or that the wait.
She thought back to quegl'occhi and those hands and knew he would have liked to see more action in how to move.
Now, the fear of failing again induced to remain motionless, alert to every beat.
But it happened that she quegl'occhi clear and rethink what they had won in that short time.
In the face of what he could speak without his lips moving.
you expect ... but the wait was not a person. Just wanted to wait and see if their steps could exist in a sync. He wanted to wait and see if he could decipher the direction of his footsteps, even with closed eyes, just as he had taught him.
So he sat down, and being barefoot and looked for him with his eyes, though, had they been alone, she wanted to tell him many things.