I do not know what time we kissed in Cyprus, but when we my house since dawn and had time to eat arepas with coffee before you leave in a taxi. Years later I confessed that I was sleeping on thinking of you and a smile that he had thanked the cosmic alignments enabled us both to break with the usual shyness that January night: Chamomile I had taken me, the cocktails to whom he had invited you, forget for a moment what would they say when they heard all.
So I felt a bit painful to me were to put his hand over his hair and smiled at me down the steps of the plaza, because I was sitting there high up in the stands and you lowered him to the barrier, there one can smell the bull shit, listen to your breathing and see the sweat on the brow of a bullfighter. I erased all memories of that afternoon so I think that was a terrible run, which was most exciting evenings in the coming years, the taste of liquor out of the boot jets, kissing it took a long time to stop being novel, the countless nights where I fell asleep hugging and thanking having overcome my own shyness on that January night.
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