A cone of light cut on the wall, ceiling projector screened. Beyond the picture window, emanates from the city a glow faintly orange, pale imitation of the aurora which splash in other lands. I live in a country that knows no the absolute darkness, a city with streets of bombed spotlights. I passed the stage of painful raise your cries motivated by the desire to pretend that I do not hear you, leave the annoyance of warm quilt and torpor of the night. I have a little cold feet and tried to forget.
Wedged in a chair, listen to your greedy sucking accompanied little sighs of satisfaction. Your eyes do not leave me and your scrutiny could make me believe you think about some existential problems or are you trying to read my thoughts. Occasionally, hiccups disordered raises your chest and recalls that a few minutes away your anger was at its height. A tear remained attached to your eyelashes, little remains of your tears, glitter of water that eventually turn me into a marshmallow.
I funds altogether, and I do not care to become as sticky as syrup of grenadine.
The moment is common, banal renewed, I do not always see it with this intensity. I am sometimes distracted by wandering thoughts engrossed, involved in a conversation, absorbed in a reverie of some sort. This course, attentive, but caught in the repetition of daily life: preparing baby bottle you rocking to soothe your cries, listen suck ensuring the flow of milk, satisfy your hunger and ensure your well-being through gestures. Love is always present, attention also intend too.
I do not know why this night, however similar to others, is inhabited by a solemn grandeur . It seems to me immense and a density of velvet, a bit like when you realize the oceanfront of all possibilities of our existence, until dizzy.
You're so small in my arms, so serious with your eyes the color of the sea that seem to absorb me, so strong in your weakness, that I dizzy before this masterful drive life and happiness evident up out of breath ...
And little by little, I see your eyelids flicker, your body gets heavier and you sketches smile sated.
The city sleeps in full light, or can not sleep, I do not know. The city resembles a precipice decorated of Christmas lights, I'm at the edge and somehow I know I can not fall.
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