Onde Anda Você

Julianne Santos
Nov 6 · 2 min read

Dry wine and sparkling water. it was 5 in the afternoon. I normally get annoyed by whistling but the way he whistled was soft and gold. He was older than my father, but to be fair my father was a very young man. The first thing he said to me was that the white strands of hair that grew between my brown, youthful ones were very gentle and suited me. We were on a lift.

He had very beautiful paintings with even more beautiful frames at his office, and enormous windows that faced a lovely landscape of the sky and buildings cascading. Sometimes in september when the spring is hot and the skies are of a concentrated blue in the afternoon it shows off the exact colour of his eyes and I feel just like the first stars that start to appear around 5.

The burgundy shirt he was wearing suited the wine and the wine, as well as his hands, suited my throat. And then I left. After a bittersweet kiss and almost something else, everything else. I took my coat and keys and left the state for three months. When I came back he was nowhere to be found and I only saw him again one night, 7 years later in Buenos Aires. We danced till dawn and the next kiss was only very sweet. And then he left, and took my ring with him, as a reminder of me perhaps. And now I’m waiting for the next time I get to feel his touch and then one of us leaves.

    Julianne Santos

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    Writer and student from Brazil