AT INTIMACY OF A ROOM

One gloomy night of the midwinter a souvenir came up to me in the meantime I gave a glance to the street crosswise my room's window on the second floor at midnight, I might watch the rain fall so slow as mildly on the pavement and the tempests which its shines lit all so over and over again around me, it used to likes to me this kind of magic what occurs when the weather it was of that manner equally in that moment, I just closed my eyes and the melancholy catches to me immediately, perhaps ours pathways had crisscrossed before, it may be they shall not cross once more and if it is the case I swear I'll never forget her and I wish the best of luck to her, it's true about that they say, there are things which they cannot lease them go from our minds, there are things what we will not overlook under no circumstances, in the past few minutes, I recall when she smiled at me, I recall entirely those nights what we passed together we beside to the another and we hugged giving us hot and getting a vague and vain conversation the entire rise at the whole time merely joking and funny us mutually.

Suddenly a thunder makes me open the eyes and frightens me the memories as soon as the darkness return back to my room in a rainy, desolate and foggy night of the winter without her, fair with the single one companion, her vestiges to and fro each rise when I be unaccompanied.

I sole shall say this, our caustic passion and tenacious love which still ride even when we are not nearby, nor together in a hut amid of the woodland as we dreamed it, although each one be alone I tell you my love for you it does not fit inside my chest because it's so immense, I'll love you till the end of the line of my life, I swear my lady, my love will carry on and then, when I be awake at too late hours of the night for insomnia fault then, I'll know it and in one of those idle pursuits I just shall be the unique person who will know what here happened at intimacy of a room where two people gave themselves their love, Certainly I'll be the only one because that room in which I live, it's the same where I sleep, it's the same what makes me remember her, it's the same where every rise I think in have you here with me and never more let her go.