Alone and Together
We are in my tavern, her and me, and I have no wood for the fireplace and I have only one candle left.
I long for her, she knows. And she looks at me and stares at me, with her eyes darker than the night, deeper than the sea. She sits in front of me, sunk in the armchair, and she stares at me, and her mouth is half open, as if it were a rosebud about to open. And how much I wish I could open it.
But I can not. I cannot! I have to restrain myself, I can’t…