Convalescents

wet, wandering free on the streets, sly, you looked into my eyes exaggerating with a cough: - i think i'm getting a cold, isn't it the best rain, the best day, hug, in the warmth of a hug, we melted like butter in each other's arms, it was spring, and it was the saturday before easter, an aunt selling flowers on the sidewalk in the voivodeship park she pointed out to us: - what a lack of education, look at them, wet and without common sense and respect, they kiss in the eyes of the world today, on a easter saturday, today's youth is in disarray, (she looked around seeking consolation, approval from passersby) *** he was the lover that every woman carries within her from birth, he caressed not as if he longed to be satisfied as a skilled lover, he was soft and tender as a little kitten, all he wanted was to stay inside her forever: without getting lost, without taking up space, silent, without demands, pretensions wanted to stay there like a zygote, a single cell resulting from the fusion of gametes, without mouth, without eyes, lips, nose, just an embryo with a large forehead which began the life cycle immediately after fertilization and continues to weave the organs, the body (like when the bees build the hive) to mix life, the light that passes only through her womb. *** he suddenly jumped up and down: - this must be the realm between heaven and earth, he started telling me everything he remembered, yes everything it was as if he was rolling like a snowball towards his own center