Dawn of a new day. You see the sun rising. Above the sea, it looks like golden dust...
You hug me. So what if it's summer? The warmth of your body warms me. “Be careful!” I say to you. “Be careful! Not everyone has good intentions, you know. Don't believe everything they say, always look behind their words.”
And you laugh. I hear you talking, and inside I wish you well. You touch me. You ask for what you want, in words, I know, you never hold back.
We don't forget that we experienced something. But we know from our actions that we stigmatized it. And if we experience it again, it's all in secret, like an agreement we never made openly.
It was late at night. We shared something secretly. And we talked. We talked again because we didn't want any more secrets. We know something. We both know it. But we didn't say a word about it. You take me home. Before I got out of the car, we looked at each other for a minute. I smiled. And you laughed, “Be careful,” I emphasized, “Don't get lost.” And so I left. But I will never forget that look we exchanged.