A weekend in Ferrara, just to do something.. Emilia Romagna, Italy

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A house of the French, the night, and then Ferrara. Guide you, are just two hours. The castle in the face, the bicycles, the companions of a journey of a thousand years ago, the rain. Dinner at Barchessa between endless journey in words, words, music, cinema. Around the table the northern Italy to tell the rest of the world. And yet the night, the fog in the lining of the tape drive dirt road, the farmhouse nestled in the countryside, the big black dog to look for a contact.
The cold in the room.
The bed.
Two of us in the dark.
The chatter and laughter to myself, the caress and pajamas that vengon away in bed. I kiss on the perimeter of the forehead, the cheekbones, cheeks and neck. The hands on her breasts, hands on his stomach, my hands on you, your on my skin, your breath broken leg nerve, the muscle tension.
I love you.

And then the alarm. The back is revenge for not having slept, the light from the cracks of the tax, your eyes, your smile, in the embrace that has never ceased. The meaning that you wake up, the thrill that attacked us again and again, the joy of you, the exhilaration that is in me.
"My Love ..."

Back among the traveling companions. Breakfast.
Diamonds, the palace, and Symbolism, a little 'stone, say, without a harmony that we tell ourselves. And this love in a suspended bag of air that does not know the time, cancel the space.
Klimt knows how to do that? But not here, not in this exhibition.

Another restaurant, yet the rain over the castle. And the greetings, the departure for home, yours. I drive, you want to be a couple of hours to the mountains and rain.
The front living room, the door behind you, overlooking the urgency, "we go beyond to make love."
Dinner for two, at last, and even a bed to sleep, finally, to sleep until tomorrow.
Your yogurt, coffee, honey, toasted bread. And kilometers between us, tens and hundreds of miles behind me, plain, sea, mountains, plains, mountains.
"Tell me who will pass quickly, Nath, the night is so cold when you are not here."

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