Chapitre 4: When we met for the first time
Winter brings me memories of you.
In my July cold.
And in yours July heat.
Different time, seasons and places.
But connected by the same heart.
Without needing a single touch.
Without even a word, I already knew it was you.
The one who would guard my heart.
Winter brings me you.
In my memory, in my heart.
Winter brings me the color green from the sweater,
when for the first time I saw you.
The black hair, the tattoo.
I knew…
My body felt the fire of passion inside,
that I had never felt before.
That are marked on me.
In my heart.
In the memories that winter brings of you.
From my first great love.
Where our story began.
The beginning of a sweet and bitter love story.
It was in winter where it all started.
Where you touched me, deeply, not physically,
but in the heart, in the soul, in my spirit.
Winter, our beloved winter.
Summer, our beloved summer.
Where with your summer heart,
It warmed my winter cold.
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