"Oh, son of mine", as your mother used to tell you..."if all the flowers had the same smell as your male presence, life would be different, like better, but without sadness, hatred, misery. If life had your eyes, the universe would give to me the privilege of being an angel, to see that windows everyday, every moment of your life. I love you, son of mine".
But the truth, and the only one truth... is that you have more than male smell and deep eyes. You have the not common sense that life give to average men. You have the wolf´s soul: brave, inteligent, crafty, feared, imposing...and shy. You keep the secrets that anyone in this lonely earth could discover in decades. My soul is with you, in spite of being one during the day...and other at moon night. But I admire you, and I love you, lover of mine.
Freedom
During the winter I was having a little rest arround the park, when I discovered some children playing with snow balls. That remembered me when I was a child. I didn´t have the posibility to play with someone, but my teddy rabbit joined me all afternoons, in the orphanage´s yard.
Once, when my teddy rabbit suffer a hard shock for a great snow ball, I saw something outside of the yard, just in front of the street: a dark shadow, as a presence, that looked me very deeply. I did´t feel fear, just curiosity, intense curiosity; but that thing costed me a month cleaning bathrooms and floors because I couldn´t stay watching, I went out and pursued it until I arrived to a dead end. That was amazing.
Days and years passed. I became woman. I had eighteen. I had to see life by herself, I had to look for a job and a place to study. I discovered that arts were my best friends, but not just at drawing and making picturez with colors. See the world was the most impressive thing to feed my curious imagination and exploit my arts faculty, my way to see life instead being just me. At eighteen I was free... and woman... and life lover.
The meeting
In Paris, when Eiffel Tower was more that the lovers towell for my camera, I passed time in an open air cafeteria, reading books and eatting cup cakes. At night, after having a long trip around some neighborhoods, some guys stopped me. "Put your hands up...money, NOW". That was a great steal: jus money because my camera was in the house I was sleeping (I don´t like hotels, so expensive, specially in Paris).
Two months after that, I decided to travel to other cities in France. In one of them I found a wallet. "Who can be so stupid to lose a wallet in the middle of a current street, that´s a boy, I´m sure". And I was right. So, I decided to call and that was the most strange choice I did. I knew you.
I won´t forget that strong voice across the phone. "Thanks. I was looking for it during three hours" I went to the adress you gave me and I found a hard men: tall black hair, deep eyes, strong voice, glare... and I dont know what else. ´
We wrote letters (paper letters) during two years, until you invited me to enjoy an adverture. Great adveture. Since that time we became lovers, across the paper, because technology was no a good friend (privacity). You told me about your day and night male, your childhood, your dreams, your ambitions, your secrets, your smell, your life, sice that moment, I loved you...and you loved me, and our hearts set on fire, and our lifes became in color and misery and nudity. I hope tonight your trip across the world ends in the airport, and you come to see me (I prepared a great dinner to celebrate), and finally I could say, face to face "I love you, lover of mine".