I’m walking through the hallway. I check once again my watch. I’m a few minutes late, traffic was really bad. The sound of my steps re-echoes in the silence. It matches my heartbeat. I’m close to the door and, as every time, I feel my heart speeding, pumping the blood fast into veins in a growing excitement. A mix of emotions. Desire, anxiety, passion, trepidation, curiosity, all entwined in one. I knock on the door. A curious thought runs into my mind. Maybe these sensations are the same that actors feel just before going on stage, in that brief moment in between when they are called and when they walk on it.

The door slowly opens. The curtain is up. "Hi! How are you ?". I hug you. You offer me something to drink as we chit-chat about anything and nothing. Just the time to get acquainted with each other. We both know why we are here. We get closer. Our hands start exploring each other body. I enjoy your light touch, your soft caresses. They quickly warm me up and make my passion building. I kiss you eagerly and I can feel the same desire in you. We move to the bed as our clothes fall on the floor leaving a wake like the inevitable path of a river to the sea.
Your tongue runs slowly on my body. Your lips slide on my skin as dancing flames, flames of a fire that burns in your mouth and ignites deeply my flesh. I crave you, I crave you now. Our intertwined bodies dance in the soft light of the room. A slow dance of breathes and moans, of throbbing bodies and trembling fingers. A sensual dance of intense ardor that takes us into the deepest pleasure.

Our naked bodies lie now placid on the bed. The rhythmic sound of the beat of our hearts fills the serene quietness of the room when, like a light caress, the melody of the song playing in the hi-fi reaches me. Lyrics are in a foreign language but I know the song. I try to remember the meaning of the words. The voice of Josh Groban spreads softly and verses slowly come to my mind. "...power of the opera where every drama is false, with a bit of make up and miming you may become someone else, but two eyes that look at you so close and true make forget words and confuse thoughts..."

I feel your arms tightening around me. I turn my face to you and your look enraptures me. The light in your eyes is like a deep ocean. An impalpable wave of limpid and pure light that, crossing the earth in that moment of intimate beauty, fills the sky with stars. You kiss me softly on my lips. I look at you slowly getting up and almost fading in the sudden light of the room like a night dream in the glimmer of the morning.

It’s time, it always comes. I get up and dress. "Bye, it’s been wonderful". A warm hug, one last kiss and I walk out of the room. The door closes behind me. The sound of my steps reverberates again along the way like a last applause. The curtain is dropped. Lights are switched off. The show is over.

I walk outside. A slow rain is falling. Little drops come down on my face. The delicate clinking takes away the noises of the city. In that quiet moment another sky rises, a sky that delicately holds me. Stars born and die quickly in the sparkling of the drops. One slides from my face and, falling down in the darkness of the street, it briefly brightens vanishing with that sudden sky.

I stand alone in the rain. Nothing true... nothing true but your eyes.