Monday, 10 December 2012

...tuve de tu boca en su frialdad...

The moment when you walk into the salon from a freezing evening.

Greetings and hugs and kisses, followed by gasps and shivers and exclamations remarking on coldness of noses or chilliness of hands.  And then you acclimatise to the temperature, like a diver adjusting to the pressure, until you're the one surprised by the cool kiss of a recent arrival.

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