Memories from the past

…..And I touched your hands, so small and humid, and sized them with all my strength until I had the sensation that were amalgamating with mines...... and thinking that covering with my cloak you would remain closer to me and free from harm.....(what a futile thought).....

Until, all the sudden..... (behind the old chimney, the one that brought you memories of the sweet bedtime songs of Pristka, the beloved nanny, in those balmy summer nights when the old red sun use to dissipate over the red skyline of the Red Square, secretly invading our red hearts...)

Appeared Him.....

The ancient Vampire, omnipresent with his turbulent and scarlet expression, waiting for any gesture from our part to take over our desires.... when in a desperate intent of salvation our souls flown over the city vertex in a frantic flux, but our fleshes remained there, hopeless petrified.....and your sweet gaze of despair, with that calmed abandonment, invited me to those forgotten places where we use to hide from our sadness......

...All I remember is that I couldn't resist the metalliferous circle looming over us.....and I couldn't save you from the predestined fate....... eternally loosing you.....Are we now in a better place?

Story heard at the Winter Park Cemetery, FL. Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile