Allora. Inizio col dire che questi sono miei pensieri che dedico ad una persona in particolare, ma voi immaginate di dedicarli alla vostra persona amata. Vedrete che, se è vero amore, vi verranno i brividi.
 
Caro Leo,
questi pensieri sono per te. Per Noi. 
Un giro in motorino per Los Angeles.                                                                                                                                         
Il sole basso e arancione.                                                                                                                                                              
I colibrì nella pancia.                                                                                                                                                                  
Io che ti grido di accostare.                                                                                                                                             
Slacci il casco e mi sorridi.                                                                                                                                                  
Scendi  e corri verso la gelateria.                                                                                                                                              
 A me piace solo il cioccolato.                                                                                                                                                             
Non te lo dimentichi.
 

Un bacio sulla porta del bagno.                                                                                                                                              
Il rumore di passi sulle scale.                                                                                                                                              
Strozzare una risata.                                                                                                                                                   
Entro in camera mia, chiudo.                                                                                                                                                     
Entri in bagno, chiudi.                                                                                                                                                            
So che sei a pochi centimetri.                                                                                                                                             
I passi non si sentono più.                                                                                                                                                                            
Apro la porta.
La apri anche tu.                                                                                                                                                                 
Forse non per sempre.                                                                                                                                                              
Ma adesso rischiare è adrenalina pura.
 

Un calcio al pallone.                                                                                                                                                                       
Io seduta nelle tribune a leggere un libro.                                                                                                                                     
Il calcio non mi piace.                                                                                                                                                          
Non so come, ma so sempre quando segni.                                                                                                                    
Alzo gli occhi un secondo prima.                                                                                                                                             
In tempo per vedere le tue braccia alzate.                                                                                                                        
I nostri occhi si incrociano.                                                                                                                                               
Tu riporti la palla a controcampo.                                                                                                                                                                           
Io abbasso gli occhi e riprendo la frase.                                                                                                                        
La frase finisce con due parole: Per Sempre.

 
Una giornata difficile.                                                                                                                                                            
Lo diciamo a tutti.                                                                                                                                                               
Le mie unghie sulla tua mano.                                                                                                                                            
Il tuo piede che batte sulle piastrelle.                                                                                                                                             
Non possono impedircelo, Capiranno che l’Amore va oltre.                                                                                                             
Il mio piede disegna semicerchi sul pavimento.                                                                                                                             
Le tue dita sfiorano le mie, accarezzandole.                                                                                                                           
Insieme ce la faremo.   

 
Una casa al mare.                                                                                                                                                                     
Una chitarra appoggiata alla balaustra della veranda.                                                                                                      
Un tavolino  e due sedie.                                                                                                                                                  
Fogli bianchi sparsi.                                                                                                                                                                   
Matite colorate.                                                                                                                                                                           
La porta si apre di colpo.                                                                                                                                                            
Un bambino piccolo con i capelli biondi cammina barcollando.                                                                                                                       
Una mano la sostiene.                                                                                                                                                                     
È quella di Leo. La TUA.                                                                                                                                                                 
Il Nostro Bambino.
 
 

N.B. Dedicato al mio Leo.

LEONARDO DICAPRIO.


Grazie per la pazienza.

xxLa LeaH_Potterianaxx