Romantic

by ais`ulica

I removed the trunk folding chairs. I'm still sweaty from the long road to 42 degrees. But deserve a cold Peroni on. Give half bottle neck and a glass stick into holder. When I sat down, like life begins to make sense and any trace of care disappears, like sponge deleted.

Measure the distance from the sun to the earth with his fingers, as he did Bear Grylls. The 30-minute set. I prefer to Jaffa in the chair, looking beyond the mountains, while two butterflies bother me in the crowded Transalpina hissing away.

It's a quiet that I irritate ears. We are at over 1400 meters altitude. Grills free of grass, no cigarette butts discarded without PET scattered. Just me, the car behind the tailgate up. Fiat is resting and he finally breathing fresh air.

Do not dare to get up from the chair, too well. It's like when you put in a warm bed, would you rather, and phone calls from the other room ... The last thing you feel like doing it is to get up.

It is something special with this mountain. Emit pheromones that calm you, I think so. Or is it the fault of grass, fresh air, emptiness? Begin to breathe more slowly, or back hurts me. Scot camera should get this orange dot we call the sun, as sneaking behind the mountain.

Ugh, why I took this beer to 0.33? There's nothing cooler is full. There are no clouds at all. Above us, full of swallows that make their work. Scot tent, sleeping bags and folding table in the trunk. Will not take long, and our new temporary home is standing. No maintenance, no rent.

Since light. But it brings in the cold. But I enjoy it. As part beautiful just beginning. First star I see already. Smile that sucker, alone, and out of the car eager telescope. There is an interest, to see what sex they aliens from Venus, but it works.

Cavers cocooned us that in just 2 hours there have been 14 degrees. Somewhere on the edge of vision with the naked eye from time to time there are some lights. We sit on the warm blanket and get our arms around. I'm starting to give big and show all kinds of constellations and galaxies, Andromeda, M31 and Orion. Some we've seen before and the telescope.

I love it. I like to lie back in the mountains at night. In no lateral visual field blank, because you're the highest. Just you and the stars. Feel and think you float in space. Priceless.

A night like this I get a full week for Urban Moto, cursing, dust, corruption and pollution. No trace of wind does not blow. I feel the music.

Night is her music.

Portable stove out and make some hot tea. Eat some sites Sandwich Lunches, bought some blackberries from the roadside and looked hungry. It's dark over all, the moon rises towards morning. A star falls.

And after entering the tent lantern light, peace push us. We huddled in a sleeping bag. Bothers me a root beneath the mattress. Begins to be warm and my bug hovers on the ears.

I look at her, his smile beneath Gales blond hair. His eyes almost closed, it's tired and hard to raise somnoroasa.Ma and start heating the bottom lip bite me.   I left us in a corner, the rest of the world far away. A masseur in sight, a smell, a touch. I know what's coming and burning with anticipation and excitement. Turn off the light, a kiss on her forehead and say:

- I would have thought that a girl like you, Bianca Dragusanu will get in my sleeping bag!

Fuck that! Let the joke aside. I wanted to start and finish really seriously. I could not. I miss my daughter went to Canada for only two days and if I squeeze walls become claustrophobic and weird sense of longing ... Anyway I wanted to finish Fuego, it's his birthday today. I could, and said that guys that are gay. But the idea is different, and here I'm not kidding: coming weekend. Get in the car, turn my story into reality, get a wing lover, family or friends, and spend a night under the stars, in nature. It's something else. And it's beautiful.