immagini

his breathe on my neck and that desire, that feeling which makes you feel alive. his warm voice. that day on the stairs, with the skirt blue and green.

and then him, with his thick fingers and those eyes. blue and deep. and his favorite pullover, which he wanted me to wear.

the rain falls down in Aachen today, and I go around with my flowers and my red coat. but my mind is not here. it is along the lake on November 1st, on a violet blanket. it is along a lake in Bavaria, enjoying the hug of his arms.

it is back to yesterday evening, with M. and her baby in the belly. with our peas soup and a feeling of fall approaching. the goodbye approaching.

Immer wenn es regnet
muss ich an dich denken...

and the 'man sieht sich im Leben immer zwei Mal' went lost with the wind. but you cannot change the flow of events. you made your choice. you both made your choice.

the memory of a massage.