She is as beautiful as an afternoon sitting on a bridge in Paris admiring the orange sun escape
Staring at each other without noise and without saying a word they can only hear their breath
They met one afternoon on autumn where the orange and brown leaves are carried by the wind
Can you see the wind? can you smell her essence full of attractiveness? Indeed, she is my friend
More than a friend they are laying down on the grass staring at the white stars and they kiss
Can you picture it, in this mind which we own nevertheless we don’t surely know how it predicts
They walk through the streets like strangers in an unknown land thinking they are the only ones who exist
She smiles and it stirs emotions I can’t explain, they seat on a park and they admire each other’s lips
conversing about random things however for them it all makes much sense, there’s something unique
It’s an unexplainable mystique which is a bundle of emotions lighted to burn a fire inside your spirit
I can describe her or the mystique as an event which is a moment in time which never existed
Two strangers who lived for just one day in an unknown place without the restrictions of time constrict
The clocks stopped, the words couldn’t define the adrenaline which ran through their blood, was it just a dream?