That sweet memory Marie got, called Zen.

The one who changed what should never had changed.

I have this only one sweet and soft memory of you...

You told me to meet you there, on that very street which we know where it ends. But it's not the place where it ends that matters, but what happened there.

Nothing happened, remember? At least, nothing significant. Important, yes, just not significant.

I met you on the hall of that building where you worked with your uncle, and then we crossed the street. I remember the receptionist asked you something, like who you were and where were we going, but you just told him one of your white little lies, and he took it.

So we went to terrace. It was almost sunset and we could see the sea from there. Just the spot where we used to stay, hanging out, in a friendly way, playing and singing. But the colors on the sea, under that sunset, was amazing!

A bunch of colors mixing the water, gracefully lightened, calm, still. And the wind was perfect. Not hot, not cold. Perfect.

And suddenly I couldn’t see you around me. How surprised I got when, when I turned back, you were just behind me, looking straight to my eyes.
I could feel you breath, but it didn’t last much, 'cuz you started singing softly that sweet song you made for me, dancing with me nicely under that magical view. When you finally stopped, I was thinking to ask you to sing and dance again, but I caught my self holding breath, held close to you between your arms, only one feet touching the ground, seeing the sky right above our heads. And I couldn’t stop looking into your eyes, so blue, so clear, so bright. But then I closed mines, just when you kissed me. And what a kiss! It could have last forever, all that moment... just... forever.