He knew that mountains, rivers and wastelands had never appeared in my drawings. They were forbidden areas that I had not mentioned.
On the way back, he bowed in front of this mountain, as if he was mourning the death of my dearest relative. The birds fly against the low ground, and finally, they lift up their wings and disappear into the sky.
The warm afterglow covered the mountains and rivers, dragging our steps and staying on our bodies.
I heard him say: "I'm offended." His gentle breath swept over my shoulders and neck, and he dropped a passionate kiss like dusk.
Intention: Love is not over yet