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Hey, I just took the last bus and I'll be at the couch station around midnight
You'll see me wearing that red polish hat you like so much
And I'll have it already on, so you can see me from the sidewalk through the window
And have no doubts it's the right bus
I think it's a great thing we both like this cliché
I can almost see you there already, waiting for me
And you should see now the landscape is so beautiful
It makes me think of that time we were waiting for the cab to pick me up
And we were looking at the sunset on that bench
Trying to pick the exact moments when the colors were changing
You were way better than me at that
Also because I remember my mind went thinking about
This weird association of ideas: if there were any exact moments
When a change happened within us
Wondering if I could spot any of them, maybe the one we met
Yes I'd definitely say the one we met
And even then the landscape was carrying such beauty
That perhaps reflected ours, or the other way around
It doesn't matter, right? But I just can't help but
Feel so grateful to anything that speaks to me about you
I like to think that in these moments the world wants to remind me
That your beauty, your whole beauty, is its beauty
And in the same time it's something other
Like an island in the middle of the Ocean, it both belongs to the sea, and it doesn't
Anyway there's no sea here, and no sunset either
The sky of clouds is running down the highway and it covers all the stars
I personally don't mind to imagine the sky instead of looking at it
You taught me that to think of you is to count the skies between us
Isn't it just one now? Is it still there even if we can't see it? What am I talking about?
I'm sorry, this audio was meant to be just a short update
About the travel and it ended up being a monologue
But there is so much excitement in me I can barely sit quiet
We are so close and still far at this moment that it's unbearable
And I also know that all this restlessnes will desappear in a second
The same moment I'll see you, and such peace will make me forget
Any other previous feeling
As how I feel when I'm with you contains all I can possibly feel
Does it make any sense? It's too late for sense at this point, isn't it?
Well you know me, I get a little carried away
When it comes to talk about what I really like
And guess what? You're always my favorite thought
Among all the others crowded in this mind of mine
Which they have no room to exist if yours is there
It's like I feel a spectacular quiet of thoughts everytime I think of you
All my ideas lead to yours. Or again, the other way around
I find it quite fascinating how sometimes we struggle
To find what brings to what: like what is it that made me fall for you?
The time I spent with you? Or did I spend that time
'Cause I was already falling for you? I know you'll say that
It's for sure both, and that's not like "one or the other"
And I agree, but still, isn't it interesting that
In between these two things there's a beginning hiding somewhere?
Allright, that's enough
I guess I'm rambling too much and it's all I have to say now
But for the rest that's unsaid, I won't need words anyway
'Cause I'll kiss it to you
In... 85 minutes
See you there, love you