Su alma hablaba, sus ojos delataban tanta ternura, que poco a poco derretían la pared de hielo que por tanto tiempo había formado.
Ninguna palabra brotaba de su boca o de la mía, era una danza de miradas que solo seguian el ritmo de los latidos del corazón.
Donde llovian sonrisas, rostros colorados de vergüenza, manos temblorosas de los nervios, y los típicos nudos en la garganta, que esperaban una única orden de nuestra mente fundida en mil formas de cómo decir: "Me Gustas".
-Translation:
And he looked at me of such a form, which one did not need any word that was describing what in his heart he was feeling.
His soul was speaking, his eyes were betraying so many tenderness, which little by little they were melting the wall of ice that therefore time had formed.
No word was appearing of his mouth or of mine, was a dance of looks that alone seguian the pace of the beatings of the heart.
where it was raining smiles, red faces of shame, tremulous hands of the nerves, and the typical knots in the throat, which they were waiting for the unique order of our mind fused in thousand forms of how saying: " I Like You ".
-Jhonatan Jêss-