Balla con me sotto le stelle

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So it goes by Taylor Swift

L’amore è come il vento, non lo puoi vedere, ma lo puoi sentire

-Italian quote

He looked at her, letting his gaze wander into her large eyes, a source of oasis. He looked at her, persistently, greedily, tenderly, letting the cascades of his eyes flow down her legs and find themselves at the mercy of the darkness that gently enveloped her .The scant light, emitted by the constellation of the Dioscuri, showed on the surface their most hidden dreams, their most hidden desires and made her gold-embroidered skin shine perpetually. He had never encountered such an ethereal creature before. The blinding glint of her face crossed the ridge of his head and perched on the peaceful feel of his hands, feeling his blood simmer in Venetian rhythms.His hand slipped out of place and gently touched her waist, bringing her a breath away from his dangerous lips, without moving an inch more. He wouldn’t do it. Not today . Not now. In her own spacetime, where the muscles of her mind would surrender their spirit to the warmth of his soul, burning desire that pierced the foliage of his thoughts constantly. Far from the lights of the city, their footsteps met in that little clearing, deep in the forest, in the land where Transylvanian blood flowed.Trembling breaths came from her parted lips as she felt his hand touch her fiery flesh , bearing in mind an irregular path of kisses and a chemical reaction of fire and oxygen floated in the rose petals that adorned her dress. Don’t say she took too long to figure it out, he repeated to himself. The faded wounds of her soul prevented her from seeing clearly the rekindling of his feelings and thwarted the ongoing behests that sprouted in the corridors of his brain as soon as he kept track of her image that July morning.So that was it. What could even try to separate them? Only a slow sensual dance with the shadows of the coniferous trees witnessing their carnal wistfulnesses.

Look at his eyes,  if you dare, tell me how to describe them, a flare, maybe a flame. They are fireworks that light up Rome all at once and captivate the passers-by who admire the bright full moon, an impregnable castle, a bullring, for its eyes sacrifices would have been made and much blood would have been shed, for this beautiful, unique glow. This strange, otherworldly glow of theirs, could tear down the Colosseum and build it straight away, could crucify Jesus and resurrect him again, scatter the remnants of love on the five continents and unite them into one. His eyes are reminiscent of Alighieri’s hell ,artwork inspired by the Renaissance era, hanging in the Louvre, a masterpiece given by Botticelli, his eyes, a tornado that sweeps everything in their path. For his eyes you would become a god of Olympus, in their sacred bonds they guard you and look at you in awe, healing the scratches of the past, setting fire to the inhibitions of the future. If you manage to raise your stature against them, you will be faced with the stormy sea that surrounds their inner world, huge waves of delegation will envelop you and transform you into a pirate ship, full of golden ornaments and and if fate decrees it , captive of his yearnings you will become. Enough of that, look at his lips and tell me how to immortalize them in the written world , how to bring them to life through lifeless words. Τhey are hair-twirling wind speeds , as if I manage to ride the white horse of optimism and spill out into the streets that lead to Via Montenapoleone . Nectar of the gods and gumption of the demigods, oh,  his lips are shaped like happiness and set fire to the entrails successively ,  made into the drug that immobilizes the body and skyrockets serotonin levels. What would you do if you kissed his bloody lips in a character collision ? Pilgrimage refuge in Vatican City , propitiation at the altar of the Pantheon, you become a kneeling supplicant on the steps that enter Milan Cathedral, in the tears of the Virgin Mary you seek your atonement ,  not amenable to any punishment.

Ten volumes of books, gilded with the pen of an unknown author, are not enough to glorify his divine hands and the heat they disperse to random directions in the solar system. Overlaid with the most beautiful knits of human tissue that nature has ever created, his hands are able to construct temples and pyramids from the substructures, brought a knife to a gun fight and killed anyone who threatened the sun that loomed up behind the Alps. In his long-suffering hands, the fatal sunset dissolves, at the thought of him turning the withered grass into fresh-smelling flowers and raising new camellias from the ground, bringing spring wherever he is, whatever he does, whatsoever he may be. But how life brings you like this, a pair of hands like his,  leads you where no other hand has ever taken you,  on a road where hell meets heaven and gently strokes its angel wings. They conjure up tricks in the second and make magic potions of love, making himself the greatest wizard of all time, in the name of the darkness that grounds his existence , not withstanding the idea of ​​seclusion nor habit and enumerating one by one his gifts. His fingertips , beating to the rhythm of Τarantella, take hold of the brush and form rainbows on the canvas in front of him, their colors mingling in his curly short hair and his bright smile flows abundantly in them. Ah, his smile. A dose of happiness for a few . A self-luminous shooting star that acts as a source of energy for those around him, a planet that little children seek to find with their innocent eyes, hanging above the stars that connecting them, etching lines straight and parallel, intersecting and curved , you get the the faithful acolyte of the goddess Artemis , who obeying at her command ,killed Orion with an arrow when the latter tried to hurt her.Don’t tell me you don’t recognize the Scorpio myth?Don’t tell me you still haven’t figured out ,with all these literary metaphors above, how handsome he is?

He leaned over her and savored the scent, breathing slowly down her neck and letting out unintelligible phrases in an unknown language.His words broke the silence of the space and bewitched her body, locking it in a golden cell whose key has been lost and only he,  has the power ,using his commands as the weapon , to save her from the impending suffocating death and deliver her from the demons that haunt her in her prophetic dreams.She couldn’t concentrate on what he was telling her. She gazed momentarily at the galaxy lighting up his hands as they left her waist exposed to the icy breeze and moved to her lips.Guided by his fingers, he wandered to the line that formed them and began to strip her with his eyes, reverently, as if it were her body, an ancient witchcraft ritual , that in order to participate, he would have to kneel before her and manifest what he keeps a seven-sealed secret, in his lustful mouth.Abruptly she pulled herself away from the warmth of his body and bowed her head, looking coyly at her pink summer shoes, which brought her close to his height without much difficulty.The strange creature with the big brown eyes let her first words come out of her mouth,  trying to compose her thoughts properly, facing bluntly the turmoil ,  hovered in the atmosphere. – “They looked at us. They were here. A pair of eyes. And another one. That’s where they headed. They know about us. They saw us clearly. What will we do now that they know about us? We shouldn’t have left the same road together, we shouldn’t, we couldn’t, we didn’t need to, we better not – Oh, why are you laughing, you idiot!” In the midst of her thoughts, she looked at the smirk on his lips and automatically a similar one formed on hers.There . Under his beard. As soon as he laughs. Dimples. He has dimples. – “Love, sorry to spoil your monologue “, said looking at her eyes while they avoided him as usual . -“But you don’t have to pull away from me and resist my touch. If you don’t feel comfortable, you can always tell me. I’m here to make you feel comfortable. Do you understand that?” She dared to raise her pupils to his side, letting them escape and find the support she sought. – “But they saw . They smiled . They know .” He grabbed her face with his strong hands and brought it close to him.

– “Let them be , mia cara. Let them be. I don΄t care.“

Out of the blue , he took a bright device out of his pocket and browsed somewhere, not giving an explanation to her. Bewildered by his momentary reaction, she remained silent, looking at the celestial dome held by Atlas. What a beautiful night this too, how many stars, and the moon disappeared, having given its place to her , as it should. Suddenly, she heard notes surrounding her ears and a low hiss from his lips. The creature with the big brown eyes felt her cheeks explode, staining them burgundy and gyrated her hips sluggishly to the rhythm of the familiar song.The one that the birds chirp as soon as they see him,  placed the device back in his pocket and extended his hand towards her. He couldn’t have been more serious. Ed Sheeran could be heard in the background singing the opening notes as the surrounding trees and freely galloping horses watched the two figures embrace each other , dancing slowly, under the starlight. Once, twice she tried to talk to him, to tell him that they would be seen and to stop their aerial waltz, but to no avail. He was adamant, and as always seemed headstrong. Hush, he managed to articulate, carried away by the passion that lingered in the night. Don’t think, leave it in my hands and let me travel you to unknown lands, far away .Listen to the music and let your body sway to the tempo, just hear my voice softly singing and tearing through the silence that prevails in a place like this, far from the city lights and airport΄s bustle. These were his words, traveled to her eardrums and made her shudder straight away, creating a climate of imperceptible peace. He hugged her tighter, bringing her head to his shoulder, giving a sweet gentle kiss in her hair, sending shivers down her body. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to leave your side, he reassured her. The song is over. So suddenly. But the magic is not lost. It is there, in the land where castles sprout like seeds in the ground and enchant visitors with the legends hidden within their walls. In the country where two strangers, two creatures of the Mediterranean sea, were destined to cross their fates and to overcome what hinders them. Τo discover what unites them. Perhaps a single drop of southern European blood.

Ariadne Emmanouilidou