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A different décor

A different décor

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Published by: Ayumi_Toriyama on Mar 16, 2010
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A different décor
A new autumn day slowly passes by.I sit in my little kitchenette, at the table placed near the window, watching the gloomy sky.
There’s a mug of coffee in my hands
 
and from it the steam slowly rises. Outside it’s raining, the
raindrops hitting the window pane in an almost hypnotic rhythm.Absentmindedly, I bring the mug to my lips and take a sip
. I listen to the rain’s music
not reallypaying attention to anything else. Gradually I lose myself between thoughts and dreams, betweenwishes that waited to be fulfilled, so I don
t really notice how the sad scenery of a world reignedby
the autumn’s touch
dissipates leaving its place to your image and the remembrance of our firstmeeting.I have always dreamt of going to a masquerade, of adorning one of those elegant and sumptuousdresses, of wearing fine jewelry and dancing on a nightly sky with only the streets lamps and thestars above as source of light all in the sweet accords of a dream. Images taken from another timeand from another place would come to life under the spell of a Moon in love with a world thathas long since found its decline. Yet a world that still lives in a twilight zone where time itself stood still to please some gods that cannot evade from the frame of their designated canvas, froma world of auto-limitation.Fearsome I climb the stairs and at the entrance a valet waits for me, takes my cloak and leads me
inside the ballroom. I step inside and immediately my eyesight it’s met by the bli
nding light of crystal chandeliers. Carefully I try to make room for myself among the sea of taffeta, velvet andsilk dresses, among characters with colorful, phantasmagorical masques as if torn away from a
wild summer night’s dream.
 I feel overwhelmed by the universe I had just barely discovered and the ocean of colorful huesmakes me feel dizzy. So I am taken by surprise when the chords of a waltz resound and themultitude of shapes starts moving in a continuous bustle, each individual looking for a partner.
Before I fully realize what’s happening around me I get carried away by the wave of this frantic
movement. I try to regain my balance and as if to answer my unspoken prayer two arms catch meby my waist. I turn around to face that person wanting to offer my gratitude but all my wordsdied upon my lips when our glances met.I cannot begin or know how to describe what I saw at that time in your eyes. They were full of assurance, full of hope. In a way your eyes seemed to reflect the entire world, or maybe it wasonly the world I knew. In them I saw life itself and my sought happiness, but above all I saw apromise for something eternal.

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