Constant
uplifting sensations beneath the skin… shivers, trembles, shakes, quakes… it’s
obvious that something’s cooking inside, reaching high point – screaming to get out. What a
thrill, leaving me in symptoms – breathless!
A full
rediscovery of feelings, new and fairer meaning of the phrase “hot as hell”;
and in its totality of splendor, I succumb and let myself go with that flow. In
the entire district of myself, I stand on the rise, eagerly on alert to hear
the sound of the gun, so that I can start my furious sprint.
There, in
that run, when the speed takes hold of me, when I reach the limits of the body,
when muscles should tear apart in spasms and bones break like they’re nothing –
I don’t fall apart, because the only glue keeping me together is that woman…
so, I run faster!
