He asked her "kiss me", and she leaned tenderly over his bed.
This Kiss.
after peanuts on the bench
after vermut and r&r parties
after protests and labor
after building houses and taking down walls
after dreams and failures
after divorce and realizations
after lies and truths
after life
and death
δεν είναι εύκολο να του δείξω πώς να φυσάει.τα μάτια του, γεμάτα λατρεία.
σκέφτομαι πως δεν υπάρχει άλλος τρόπος.πλησιάζω, φυσάω μέσα στο στόμα του.
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