The image was not sharp at the beginning, but then, you walked closer and I saw your face. It was weird, it was a good feeling. A yellow couch and our words between us, wine, smiles and the radio was playing a stupid song. I was waiting patiently you to move your hair to breath in your hair, and when you gave me your neck I didn’t have a single esitation. Upstairs we saw our own souls. Suitcases and bags all around, clotes on a chair and the courtain still open. Noises from the corridor, we were breathing in silence, we both know it’s right, the moment is absolute. Still running, seems incredible and I try again. Shocking eyes full of pleasure. There is a room where the points are three and the exclamation is one…yes in a room, a room like this.