Something pure. Something clean. Something absolute. Something that we have forgotten long ago.
-What is pure?
-It's the feeling you have when your baby smiles. The eyes of a man that shine in the wake of your own "I love you." When your man lie down on your chest to hear the beating of your heart and tries to synchronize his breath with yours. A sweet note in the fridge. A good morning. A hug. A memory. The wind that blows.
I'll give you a definition. Pure is any life form of the natural cycle that is not affected by external factors. The natural progression.
~Pause. I was waiting for your next words.
-What is pure? She asked me.I smiled. She looked at me. Lowered her head as if embarrassed. She closed her eyes. An unusual smile came and calmed her lips.
-It is you!
-What is pure?
-It's the feeling you have when your baby smiles. The eyes of a man that shine in the wake of your own "I love you." When your man lie down on your chest to hear the beating of your heart and tries to synchronize his breath with yours. A sweet note in the fridge. A good morning. A hug. A memory. The wind that blows.
I'll give you a definition. Pure is any life form of the natural cycle that is not affected by external factors. The natural progression.
~Pause. I was waiting for your next words.
-What is pure? She asked me.I smiled. She looked at me. Lowered her head as if embarrassed. She closed her eyes. An unusual smile came and calmed her lips.
-It is you!
