julio 23, 2011

first time

I don't remember when I first saw you. But can remember when I actually fell in love with you.
I remember the wrinkles of your smile, and your nose, your narrowed eyes,
your serious eyebrows and the instant song that I played on my head.
I remember the smell of autumn, of coffee and cigarette,
the view of the park chasing different colors and trying to make...
maybe something special, something ours.
I remember that there was no time, no insolence, no wrong ways.
I remember the color of the sun crashing on your face,
the light rays playing with my hair, the wind rubbing my fingers.
And then I remember you. Your eyes trying to say something that
maybe I wouldn't understand even if it was now.
I remember you and I remember me.
And everything was simple.