It is 7 p.m. and the sun is is setting I can feel the sand in my legs and I can also feel your skin, you fingers against mine. Devendra Banhart’s “Mi Negrita” is playing and again, the most beautiful sunset is right in front of us, as well as the sea and its so clear water, so pure and raw. You are wearing caqui shorts and an open shirt, showing your lovely bronzed skin. My white skirt flows with the sea breeze that crosses me and you pull me against you, you put me on top of you and we roll through the sand and throughout the beach.
Later we go out for dinner, after showering and cleaning up all of that sand that was filling our bodies. Beirut’s “Nantes” is now playing and we are having lasagna with a beautiful ocean view - to be fair, I don’t really care about the ocean because I have a more beautiful view to look at. Not a single worry in the world, just smiles and bossa nova, and kisses and love making and photographing and swimming and discovering new music, new literature, laughing and travelling and all of that with you.
Pergunto ao céu o nome daquilo que quero, e ele responde-me com uma gota de água na testa. Porque não me dizes aquilo por que anseio?