Whispers

I had a dream. Yes I did. I blinked my eyes and I saw myself standing once again at Alexanderplatz in a cold february night. I was on a café by the old sovietic television tower having a hot cup of coffee. I pinched my arm and I didn't wake up. It was for real, so I thought.

But instead of wondering how I ended up there I decided to just enjoy my cup of coffee in this starry berlinese night. I was wearing my heavy overcoat and a nice dark gray scarf but no gloves since I had the warm cup to take care of my hands.

After every slow sip of coffee I gazed around the square with it's soviet style buildings sharing the blocks with super-modern style post-Cold War complexes. Everything seemed to be in perfect harmony.

The coffee is over, left some coins in the table and left. Felt it was time to take a walk around Alex to remember how this place was and to make things clear for my mind.

As after I crossed the Banhof I blinked again and once my eyes opened I could see Avenue de Wagram right in front of me. It was still a starry night, I was still winter but I got transported to the heart of Paris.

Again I decided not to find out how I ended up out there I just decided to walk towards the Arc de Triomphe. As I walked towards the big Napoleonic monument I decided not to go there. Don't know why but I decided to turn at Avenue d'Iéna just after reaching the Place de l'Étoile. I thought the Trocadero was a nice place to sit and watch the beautiful city changing it's shapes.

As I walked down the beautiful tree-lined avenue I felt that my hands were freezing so I reached my pocket in order to get my black leather gloves but when I stuck my hand there I could feel a small piece of paper. It was a white heart-shaped paper folded in half. I remembered the heart from a dream long ago but this one was different since it was folded.

I decided to open it and inside I could see "Je t'aime" written with a beautiful women's handwriting. When I read it I realized that I was in Paris when I dreamt and found the other heart. After figuring that out I felt tears coming from my eyes. I stopped walking and grabbed a tissue in the pants' pocket to wipe them out. When I opened the eyes again I was sitting in this garden bench in a beutiful garden. It didn't took long to find out that I was in one of my favourite places on Earth: the Jardin du Luxembourg, still in Paris.

The night was still a starry and cold one but it was different. Ah yes..the moon. This time it wasn't there allowing more stars to shine at the beautiful sky of the "city of lights".

I opened my right hand and I could still see the heart-shaped paper in there. It was still folded in half the the phrase was still there. As I read it again many times over I heard a sweet female voice coming from behind me:

"Pouquoi tu as encore le coeur que je t'ai donné, mon amour?"
(Why do you still have the heart I gave you, love?)

Before I could answer she sat next to me and when I realized she was lying in the bench with her head on my lap. I was paralyzed for a couple of seconds and then she closed my eyes with her hands.

When she opened my eyes I realized I wasn't in the gardens anymore, I was in a bench by a river. When I looked around I could see the Tower Bridge in the distance...I've been transported to London but she was still there with me the same way she was when we were in Paris.

She took my paper-heart and kissed it leaving a mark with her lipstick and the she wrote something and left the paper inside my coat's pocket. She didn't tell me what she wrote but I didn't ask either.

As I looked deep inside her eyes all I could see was the full expression of love. Her face was bathed with the delicate star light. Her hair was like it was made my angels, if they existed.

When I was about to say that I loved her she stopped me very kindly saying:

"Tu n'as pas besoin de le dire. Garde le mot parce que c'est une parole précieuse mais qui ne peut pas être utilisé tous les jours. Laisse les yeux le dire comme les tiens font maintenant."
(You don't need to say it. Keep the word because it's a precious one that shouldn't be used every day. Let the eyes say it like yours are doing right now.)

When she said that I lifter her up and kissed her. I felt that right there the time stopped. And I was thankful for that since I wanted that kiss to go on forever. I felt that all the suffering I went through all these years was finally gone. I wasn't lonely anymore. That felt like a warm blanket in my heart.

When I opened my eyes I saw a ceiling and a fan. I was home again. It was all a dream...again. I wish everyday from that morning on that I am able to live that dream and never ever leave it behind.