Forty years. Sunday

Can we play?

I start, put my hand on yours, then you put your other hand on, my hand on, your hand on, my hand on, your hand on... Faster!

We end laughing a lot and rolling on the floor. The blanket is a mess. My bones and my stomach ache.

Look! There's a plane! Where is it going? We should go on a trip someday.

Look! There's a boat! Where is it going? It seems slower, maybe we should go by plane.

Where to? To the jungle of course! See the animals, living adventures, sleeping under the stars, running, jumping, swimming with the crocodriles...

You are a fool! We can't do that with my wheel chair.

Give me your hand and I will draw something, then you have to guess what it is.

It's the sun?  No.         It's a flower? Yes!

Now I will write a word.

I

L
o
v
e

Y
o
u

That's more than a word! There are three!

We look at each other and up to the sky again. Laying on the sand.

We are like this since childhood, we do this every sunday since forty years ago, it's time to grow up a little, don't you think?

But I prefer this, I can't stop myself when I'm with you because my boy, inside of me, is looking for the girl inside of you, and she's so clear in your eyes while smiling...

I have wrinkles now and if I smile there are a million more, and I'm trembling, she isn't here anymore.

No, you are wrong, we both are trembling because we love each other, she is everywhere, even more beautiful when we play on sunday.

The sunset. So warm in your arms.