She was there standing,fragile, beautiful. Our eyes met more than once i have to say, but after a few cups i, at end, made up my mid. I approached slowly, without making noise, like a ghost. Touched her shoulder gently and asked her to dance looking at her eyes.
We hold hands , she had a soft skin and very amazing red lips i could not kiss.
Julia.
I hate my memories more and more every day.
