Desperate times of lovers.

When the lights of the city begin to sleep, 

when the cats close their eyes,
and the silence governs the ground,
it's the time of lovers.

As fast as they can,
they try to touch, to smell,
feeling everything, taking a breath from life,
staring, with words made by the air.

He loves her because he needs to make love.
She loves him because she doesn't know another way to express herself.

The only music in the room are soft whispers of "I love you" and similar sentences, connecting the lovers into a stronger loop that they had never seen before.

"Tell me that you'll love me forever". Forever... one night... what's the difference?

The lovers.

He knows that, when the city wakes up, the magic will get away by the window. She knows that, when the magic gets away, she must save her heart, against the world.

The sun begins to shine. The birds sings in the street.

Desperate times of lovers.