Her fingers sliding on the piano keyboard back and forth gently squeeze the romantic melody out for you. Just like a falling autumn leaf that touches your cheek... You feel the space that her white fingers open inside of you in all dimensions. She is an art herself, her dress and naked back.
It is as the two butterflies that play together, as gleaming sun in the morning that breaks through the glass of your window, ray after ray making your room lighter with no violence and haste, a strong change inside of you, a breeze that brings an earthquake.
And you desire to become one of those keys that she touches raising the wave of the melody to the skies.
of the Big City.
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If you're interested you can become a member of the project and submit your story, or, simply, suggest any interesting idea.
Critics, skeptics, or just talented people are welcome. ;)
Feel free to leave comments and contact me.
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1 comments:
This is fine, good feelings, but do you think it should be part of a bigger story?
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