Part 2

The most beautiful thing between us is no expectations. Only open desire.

Six months. And a message is enough to get you on the plane: being spontaneous is my favourite.

Mdina, Rabat, Valletta.. red wine!

I cannot decide if my camera is for my love for photography or to hide my uneasiness.

I avoid looking straight at you.

But I love the movement of your lips as you talk.. and that voice! Slightly smoother but still and cold.

The knights are watching us passing by, laughing at our childness.

It’s raining again. I can see your eyes through the raindrops. A sparkling passion.

You awaken my soul, long forgotten.

I’ve felt this warmth before.

Eyes closed.

Your arms are holding me tight now.

Your lips are exploring mine.

You are scratching my body and I silently beg you: leave scars on me!

You are my wine, I want to drink you and get drunk,
while you are taking me.

Your gratification, my highest pleasure.

Let me play with your hair before you go.

Let me feel you once more.

And the morning welcomes us in a sunny Malta.

But you remind me of someone I met in Spain.

Someone, I want to get to know better; in Rome, in Athens, in Amsterdam, in Berlin.

See you soon. Ci vediamo presto.

Part 1

It was night. The streets were empty and wet. We had a few hours.

We deliberately got lost.

Who are you?

You are my guide tonight, as you lead me.

All I know is your name and the tone of your voice. Which is deep, still and cold; an intimidating coldness of such voices that have so much to say.

I follow you as we walk through paved pathways and haunted beauties, breathing the essence of another era.

Each time we turn, a new surprise. Each time we change topic, a new challenge.

I am capturing images with my camera

-but who am I kidding? I cannot capture feelings.

Who are you then?

You are a thinker, a dreamer, an explorer.

There is a peaceful chaos in your blue eyes.

The cathedral is majestic, and so the moment is. Beautiful and fragile.

You make me feel warm again.

So who are you?

You are my other half tonight, as you touch me.

Someone I might meet again, as long as there are places to explore.

Dawn.

It was a night in Santiago de Compostela, Spain.