Pascal Abadie
K. shows a great affection for me. "The rest is shadow," he said this morning, sure of itself, stopping before I got out behind her. "Tied to the darkness, I close my eyes and I'm happy."
He looked at me with gratitude as he spoke, "you came to me like the song of the cicada. I owe you a lot, aki no sora. "
Aki no sora ... autumn sky, changing. For some 'K. call me so, I sense a great gentleness in his eyes that shine, and reciprocate with a smile, I saw how her eyes belong to him to
"I'm happy, aki no sora , I happened to be an eternity. "
His feeling seemed to come out of my head, his gratification hit me. Spontaneity has glimpsed from his hands, leaned toward me, as she herself with her whole body when it is turned.
"We lived separate lives," he said, and I wanted to talk about. I kept imagining it while checking the effect by touching her body, but I had never asked, of course, beyond what he had wanted to tell me himself.
I was always vague, I felt his concern and made me question my own beat.
Then he wanted would share here, far from home, and this was the only state where I keep running. His Being, in a total gift and without restraint.
I waited K. understood, no other words were formed, and the infinite sadness appeared on his face. The echo of his gaze has renewed my smile, ready to intervene.
His discomfort became mine, and both had suffered appeared to tell a speech not yet destined to end.
The calm has taken a few seconds without us to say anything.
Then, I said, "we had different lives, it is true, but our destiny will be the same."
I thought back to the sobs that had held and set aside at the same time, all those months without knowing how and if and when we gave it all away. From time to time he had expanded our consciousness experiencing the extreme violence of the effort.
taking my hand had to remain in shock and spread, open and ready, each in its own way. He had thrown back at the same time, we were not distinguished within the corridors of the strokes.
But we've always been willing to do so.
Hot as blood, we had come and gone in the choir. How Loved Him In Bed for a perfect melody that only together we were grabbing.
I then tried to make myself understood by K., I explained, "along the path, with the singing of the cicada exhales," found her crystal that I had been, prostrate under his rule , "to say he is not afraid to let go and what does not mean much."
"Okin, aki no sora, Okin," K. He thanked several times, my body has been answered. Stretching his arms, letting the blood circulating beneath the skin, I have brought to light my entire dependence of the woman who had waited for the Lord that he had voted, and I hold in my arms. To put at ease and give thanks to my turn, I tried to find them myself.
K. has understood well that it can mean to say honor, because it tells you can not imagine doing it all.
So we have to go again, my hand touched his, and I've heard, we would have loved.
All three.
(A Michael e K., Agosto 2007)