If my eyes were a video camera at this time I would be a director of a cult movie. Yes, a mixture of Dirty Dancing and Pearl Harbor, in short, something that can only happen in a film, where only a splendid grizzled Richard Gere saves that "big ass of Cinderella" by Julia Roberts.
My eyes are the sponge of my soul, my most developed sense is the truest one that also captures smells, tastes and makes my heart beat like crazy as if I had done a race to lose breath.
When I felt his gaze on me it was different intangible. I sat nervous but when her eyes stared at mine it was as if time had stopped, never existed, far from everything and everyone making me lose touch with reality.
Eyes in the eye and the first idea that came to my mind was who will lower his eyes first? Nobody.
It was as if he had to memorize every inch of my face of my expressions of my feelings that he had lost for many years.
Yes, so many years ago it was the last time we saw each other in a circumstance that I may not even remember anymore.
While he continued to stare at me, I thought, but how much time is it for men to experience such strong sensations?
He asked me to order the wine as if he knew I wanted to do it, he left me a free will, perhaps of little value, but at that moment he produced a confirmed, living, irrational force. He loves intense red Sicilian wines just like I like them and many years ago none of us knew the tastes of each other and we found ourselves discovering that we had the same. I wondered if to know a person is to have as many notions as possible to know in advance his desires, his reactions, his tastes. In short, what do you like to eat, drink, from which side of the bed do you love to sleep, if you kiss with your eyes open or closed, if you drink coffee with or without sugar, because the details in life are everything.
So while the dinner was running I started to compose the picture, a few light information of a face associated with a grown character and I wondered if it had changed, if it is true that the experience, age, life and all the events that follow one another change us.
Responses that are always conditioned by the moment, by the story we are experiencing or that we think we live.
The words came natural as he continued to stare at me, as we laughed, joking about the past, the present of a reality that was not truly untouchable.
Could you resist one of my looks, I found myself saying aloud, though convinced that I said it to myself? No I haven't even tried it, he whispered.
That's where I realized it was a dream, those words had come out of his eyes, not from his mouth, not from his voice, it was something I had dreamed of just like in a movie and so I finished my popcorn and left the room again dark.
The reality is always so damn different from that of celluloid, because in fact I am not the director of my film nor even the screenwriter, if that were the case they would first of all have a final, and then what a final !!!
In a sense, that dream was a bit like her journey ... that started again and for the first time she put herself first.
A suitcase of thoughts, the wind in your hair and a pair of dark sunglasses. She wanted a glass of chilled wine and a cigarette even though she still felt the scent of coconut on her. It was morning the sun high in the sky and the friend who always waited for her that was her reality: why hadn't she understood it before she wondered mirroring herself in the train window? Why had the spirit of sacrifice made her forget her grandfather's words? It was he who had taught her to be happy always and in any case with little or a lot as long as it was true and sweaty. When they had buried her, she was not there and was still very angry even after so many years, after all she had been deprived of something she considered fundamental: free will.
He had met as usual on his travels unusual characters, but she magnetized them as coins to collect. The last three days of his life had been a storm of emotions and every time he met his gaze in the mirror he realized its value, but whatever path he had taken would have brought painful consequences, the problem was only to understand for how long.