Inside the whirlwind meeting my lost lips in yours (déjà vu) I sense that this time it is real I close my eyes and I see you I open my chest and I feel you I take a breath and fill myself with you stories of us come to mind telling stories about us (flashback) Sunday afternoon your warm saliva on my skin (goose bumps) my lips on your neck your fingers in my mouth (endorphin overdose) I tell you that you are my mirror my reflection you take me by the hand you take off my armor I break into many little pieces I realize that I am the water in the glass (I don't break, I transform) I am the constant flow of rivers I am the wind that disfigures the clouds my tongue running down your back slowly from bottom to top until it reaches your neck mind blank / here I breathe you, I'm full of you / now we are this moment the greatest chance. We go out to the street the colors hit my still dilated pupils the wind blows through us / purifies us sneaks through the leaves, creating a soft melody for us. (we are only wind)
Photographers: Leandro Furini
