I was at the table in the corner of the room drinking mint tea and reading. They were right next to me but didn’t seem to see me or to care that I was there. They didn’t seem to see anyone or, if they did, to care that anyone else was there. They were hypnotized by their eyes – he couldn’t stop looking at her, she couldn’t stop looking at him. And smiling. Both were smiling but they didn’t seem to realize that either.
The songs at this coffee shop are always great. After a round of cool mellow jazz, the sound of Nina Simone in the classic “Feeling Good”. As carried by her voice, they stood up and silently went to the corridor. Exchanging no words, he put his arm around her body, pulled her closer. She rested her hand on his shoulder. They were not just dancing – they were sliding! They were there with all their minds, souls, hearts – nothing else existed at that moment. She turned at the axis he draw. He raised her high. He kissed her in the mouth with the kindness of a saint. And, as natural as they started, they finished their little and private ball plated with amber lights and coffee smell going back to their tables and not leaving the dream.
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Foto do beijo (1).
Fotos do café (2 e 3): Paty Hirozawa (obrigada, Paty! Estão lindas as fotos :))
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