I have been unable to write after this concert with you.
You love the sound of guitar so I chose this concert for you. It was in the Catedral of our city. Saturday night.
You held my hands during the whole concert. When this piece of Piazzolla was played, my hands were in yours. The music of Piazzolla is one of my favorites. I have always loved tango music. It makes me feel melancholic. Sometimes even sad. I have never wished to listen to Piazzolla and my favorite piece “Milonga del Angel” with you by my side. I wanted to post on my blog right after the concert to describe how I felt. Then I could not so I just kept it to myself.
I wish everyone in this world could have the same moment. The Catedral was magical that evening. You touched my hands right after the first piece. And you did not let them go. During the break, you kissed me lightly on my right cheek, then on my hair and my forehead. I posed my head on your left shoulder. You kissed my hands. The two hands. Indifferently, left then right.
You kept my hands after the break. Now they played Bach. The same magic. Or even more. You moved closer to me. Even.
You held my hands that night, the whole night. You did not let me go. We could sleep in a single bed and still had enough space.
I fell asleep in your arms. My hands in yours. I could still hear Piazzolla and Bach. And also your breathe.