The chronics of the energy

Because I received a request to make the post in English. And it was from a special person, here we are:

A random day, an energy meets its opposite one, in a rugged life event, or at least let's call it that way...

The feeling that is beating on the heart is the sensation of running away, but it soon becomes a difficult task, because the attraction that exist is beyond the comprehension, and even before it can be rationalized, the energies are stirring, like lovers in a calm night surrounded with stars and candles which instead of lighting, are fueling the desire.

Is a weird way to meet, being in a place where one should not be, seeing what should not be seen, looking for something that should be kept hidden... Dancing with the rhythm of questions with empty answers, with enclosing silence and uncomfortable moments.

Always there, seduce by each other, without a touch. Staying close enough to produce the heat of a presence and at the same time apart enough to keep their edges apart. There is no music, but if someone could see them from outside, will easily declare that they are dancing at the same pace, like if a whispered serenade strikes softly their ears... trala la la laaa

But that is just the story of the energy that flows way before the mass start a movement. Is the story of the energy that has no boundaries and therefore moves around with the freedom of the wind and reacts with a really simple impulse, without waiting for a bunch of reasons that show the right way.

The mass stays still without making noise or word, trying to understand the rhythm. Trying to hold the uncontainable energy, closing the eyes with the inner hope of not seeing what is going on. With one only true thought: the trace of the energy can always be hidden, transformed, changed... because is a fine, delicate, subtle trace.

In the silence of the room, the mass becomes the only witness, turning the head around as the sign of a lovely father that wants to negates the fact that his daughter is giving herself completely to the man whom she decide to call "the man of her life".