Love me two times

The bell rang. Love is a funny sentiment, so quickly it comes and when it goes, like hate it consumes us from the inside with no mercy.

I think I was dreaming, I saw myself in a different world, I remember the cold and the bottle of whiskey, I was walking on the desert dark street, a little humid, I was wearing my leather jacket that wasn't warming me, the high buildings, – some lie for love, for fame, for anything – I was remembering the music while I was seeing a man leaning on a bar in the corner lonely with his cigarette burning, a prisoner of his own face asking himself if some day he will know if love is a lie...

“We never know what life will provide us”, a hooker at the cabaret to the forward was saying to me, “How 'bout a bit of fun?”, she started crying... or laugh, I don't know for sure what happened, my walking was continuing.

The innocence of a child doesn't compare with the malice of an adult, unfinished dreams, determination, excitement maybe generate people's dreams, four kids were playing in the middle of street, I couldn't see their faces, they ran when they saw me and disappeared around the corner. I was hearing a bell far away...

I opened my eyes, who is there so early in the day, I went downstairs and opened the door. I was received with a soft smile, the perfume, her blond hairs and her perfect body. We kissed and we went to the bed without saying even a word to each other, I didn't notice that it was night – I slept that much. We stayed together the rest of the night and dawn, however, we didn't exchange words, with the look we knew that it would be the last time, the eyes were saying good-bye, so distant, the eternity is a long time, until there I would have already forgotten.

I woke up in the following morning and she wasn't there anymore, there was just a letter saying: “Good-bye”, I took a bottle of whiskey and went to the balcony... I stayed there for a couple of minutes looking to the city... The sea was looking great... My face smeared lipstick...