The faculty of wonder is the emotion aroused by a fleeting glance, light, penetrating, launched the event beyond the horizon of his own destiny until it reaches the sea of \u200b\u200byour infinite.
The faculty of astonishment is that in breath finally plays after a long absence interminable duration ... a moment .... E 'start life anew, feeling that fills the air and intoxicate; sparkling light.
The faculty of wonder is in the taste of a tiny kiss on his lips as soon as hatched, immature, timid, afraid. Stop and then move away for fear of being wrong, of having lost everything in the name of that desire in mind, ever since I saw you for the first time, surprised.
The faculty is in the look of amazement that sits on my daughters ... 3 ... count them in the night, as the greedy makes appeal to change for fear of forgetting the clink. How to count the days before they were born, waiting to know the features to discover the similarities. As the wishes granted by a benevolent genius, which is interlocked with its enormous power to decide impotence.
The faculty of astonishment is in listening to the beat of my heart, again and again ... a pace that marks moments and events and is proposed as the only possible soundtrack. And each flight forward a strong emotion that tells the life and time off.
The faculty of astonishment is stretched between the letters on a white sheet and when it is evening and began to play with words. What happens, as every time, that emotions turning into writing performing the miracle of creation ... and run fast along roads that hide the arrivals hall, in silence to avoid being discovered and also ... vanish ... tonight ... in amazing ..!!!
"... .. My love! Made of shiny leather, a breath that fills your chest, blood that is ... my throbbing temples. I look at you with incredulous eyes to the beauty that is refracted against. It searches all your hint, afraid to explore the growing distance between our naked bodies. arms wrap on your back and sides, like roots that bind the soil is fertile, in need of suck vital substance. So, sigh, still. Wrapped in a soft thought that I was born at the corners of your mouth moist kisses exchanged unhurried bites. Those rounded corners are stretched in a stretch of purple velvet and undulates her lips quiver and that turns into a smile. I need your body. To hear the line between my human love and the love that has always lived in every man ... passion amplifies the senses and sank his teeth grip on your mind has to become prey. It 'a kiss or perhaps a hundred which will mark the time of our movements, slow and thrifty; greedy because I want to retain all remaining motionless. A tear drop of light from dawn to comes and floods the front of your wax, the color bursts of the master of the day which promises to be even more pale. The spark of light bounces off the eye lashes dark and emphasizing the natural bridge of the nose slide on which I am delighted with your fingers. On the first warm amplifies the scent of a woman, as intoxicating as ever. Enchantment, mystery, a kind of alchemy teacher in tying emotions to perceptions. In a circle in which intertwine alternately touch, taste and smell, making the anchor chain or wire to the kite. Able to bring into the abyss of the unknown or the heights of supreme knowledge, never losing contact with the body remaining boat at the mercy of the currents. How your stay is delightful, sapendoti that part of me that does not belong to me completely, so you have to start the conquest, the discovery of that world and still a virgin pure. Earth coveted, and soon spotted already disappeared. Mirage. You leave the head on his shoulder discovering his neck pulsing at a steady rate. It 's a fully enjoy leaving unprotected a weak party to the life and meaning. A gift metaphor, perhaps an invitation. On the impetus for that beloved bait blunt, nibble your skin moist. I feel your every cell to respond with a sudden metamorphosis. It becomes rough, wrinkled, swollen. The excitement of the league every little nerve es'impadronisce consciousness. Then, lentamente, quiete e ritorna al morbido. “Mio amore…!” rimbalza tra la lingua e i denti, poggiandosi sulle mie labbra che accolgono le tue. E la voce che riconosco mi presenta un suono ancora nuovo, unico. Melodia che introduce ad un silenzio polifonico fatto di frequenze sconosciute all’uomo; pentagramma invisibile che trascrive un’opera in continua improvvisazione. Sarai tu a dirigere, come sempre, gli strumenti del nostro idillio; perfettamente accordati sulla frequenza che conduce al sempre per sempre. Ogni nota un’unità di misura che saprà valutare non solamente il tempo, ma intensità e la qualità del suono che i nostri corpi emetteranno nella vibrazione d’amore. “Amore My ... "escapes from my mind in the logic of possession which deadens all purity settle the simple desire to belong. Claim a right of first refusal on all the thoughts that run even the narrow streets between head and heart. opens his eyes as if to reassure you about who they are and smile uncovering infant. Still too small for that love can destroy huge or sublimate. I feel your fingerprints tickle the face opening of a contact between two different identities, additional episodes in the same direction. "My love ... .." whispers yet firm tone and sweet. And I understand the meaning, its pedagogy. Decode the message. That sound is just as if it were a gift gift to be granted to those who love you much. It still offers unique, without hesitation or fear, trusting essence of consciousness with tiny drops that wet the great sea. Meeting the step in the right direction. Our bodies polished resume pitching close as two small boats, anchored, adrift.
