Are you this man - unknown, uninvited, unexpected? Were you the perfect stranger in the suit, standing there, in the gallery - maybe smiling?

What could your eyes see? What was in your mind? Were you enjoying the view? What were you thinking about? Were you recalling something? Were you waiting for somebody?

I met a perfect stranger for the first time on Monday, January 16th, 2012, about midnight. They say sometimes, you're not aware of what you're needing until somebody else shows it to you; sometimes, you don't know you were missing something, until you happen to find it in a perfect stranger.

I dedicate this blog to my perfect stranger. Diego, Max, Jurgen - whatever your name is and whoever you might be, all I can say to you now is: «Enchantée. Thank you for meeting me, too. My pleasure.»

jeudi, janvier 19, 2012

PS (5 minutes later)

Max: Pensándolo bien, ¿qué te parece si nos vemos esta noche? Ya sé que es un poco inusual que sea yo quien lo demande. Espero no parecerte muy descarada. Es la ansiedad de saber que vamos a separarnos la que me impulsa a hacer locuras... Confío sabrás entender mi ímpetu.

Te espero esta madrugada, después de la cena, donde siempre. (Por favor, si te es posible, no tardes mucho.)

Besos,

Miss V. F.

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