Speech

I would like a few words in your honour while they sit down and look into my eyes, as I tell them about the colour of your coffee brown hair. Of the way, you laughed with the marked fangs and the hands-on the stomach. 

I'll admit it will take a while so make yourself comfortable and listen carefully. 

While I tell you about the time my hands were shaking and the heights were a free laugh from my chest. From that time you took me in your arms and you didn't let me go ... of the almost kiss.

It could be that in my words they understand the love of which I speak. Of my head resting on his shoulder, pointing to the stars and neither knew what we were saying. But we were comfortable, unjudged and free.

I am talking about the internal jokes, of those secrets that brought envy to them. And left them with the desire to resemble what was ours. 

I hope to leave them with sour lemony sweetness; that they have those emotions on the edges of their eyelashes because they are thinking of the name with which they stumble.

I want the moment when we laid in bed playing tutti-frutti and we both promised to get up in the next hour but it was a Sunday and we knew the cold was near.

T.A.