Blueriel, Redirion, Greenyree.

Blueriel, Redirion, Greenyree.

We met at a Café.

Me, they had placed me by the window. That’s where they put me.

Her, she was late. That, I didn’t know. Besides, she would be late to every date with me. I would even learn to like that personality trait.

Not that she’s being flippant… she would place several alarms, but the time that it took to try on four sets of clothes, to have the advice of her friends, or even finding the address…

Oh, and there is nothing else longer than putting on make-up, in a way that you didn’t do it on purpose. It was a subtle art that often ruined when she ran. She would arrive disheveled, a sorry face, and a mixture of elegance turned upside down, and that, one day, I would be crazy about it.

Imagine we are here, in a small café.

People are talking around us, the waiter is leaning somewhere at the bar. There’s jazz playing on the radio behind, something soft, and inspired.

It goes well with your hair.

It is kind of silly to say this… of music going well with your hair. But, at this moment, that’s what it is, so I say it.

‘’It goes well with your hair.’’

And then you laugh. That laugh, makes me die of you inside.

The waiter comes, asks us what we want. For me, I want you, but that… I don’t tell you. I wait to see what you will take, and I’ll adapt.

In my head, I place my ideas of conversation sorted by drinks, if you take tea, or a soft drink, or apricot juice, why not? I’m ready to pull out all the stops:

Talk about the weather, sports, even cinema.

You take wine. Rosé wine, and I realize I did not think about that one.

So, we look at each other, and your smiles whispers with my silences. I feel them vibrate in my voice. Not long, I mean… a few seconds. In love, it’s enough to die a hundred times. At that time, I want to tell you a thousand things.

To tell you about life. What if we went, just like that, jump out of a plane, in the direction of… I don’t know, talk about your eyes, your mouth, your laugh, to tell you… since knowing you, life has learned colors it did not know about.

The Bluriel, is the color of your absence, the Redirion, the color of your hand sliding in mine, the Greenyree, is when you replace that strand of hair behind your ear, with a pout on your lip.

Yes, I know, it’s very technical, but that one, I’m watching it like a rainbow after the storm. In fact, I think you drive me crazy. I spilled my heart, it’s overflowing everywhere, I don’t understand anything about my feelings.

I'm happy about my elbow, I despair from my knees, there’s my tummy in love with you. My tummy, damn it! It’s not it’s function, my tummy… stupid thing. It doesn’t want anything else, and on the contrary, I devour you with my eyes…

And the worst in all of this, it makes me happy. I was never that much alive since that moment. There it is, I would like to tell you all this. I would like it to all come like this, and it’s condensing, and it jostles in my thoughts, and I say:

‘’Are you okay?’’

It’s so silly, are you okay. It is so little, are you okay, but it’s also everything. It’s the big bang, before the big bang, and the universe before you.

And you, you kiss me. You kiss me like this. At that café table. Well, I don’t know, I’m not sure…

Perhaps at that moment, we are not there anymore, maybe we are on Mars. In a plane, in a rocket, it doesn’t really matter anymore.

You kiss me, and I… I die of cold, I die of warmth. Something between winter and summer. In fact, you reinvent spring for each and every kiss.

You kiss me, and I don’t hear the people, nor the jazz, nor the waiter in that café. It’s as if I’m falling in another reality. That moment last for an eternity plus three. Three what? I don’t know. But that’s how long it lasts, exactly this. Those little seconds, I am the King.

I am the King, and my Kingdom is a café just below your home.

The evening goes on, and you tell me about life. I adore it. Sometimes, I pretend to be distracted so you can repeat it a second time.

For a short moment, I feel your foot finding mine under the table. It discreetly brushes mine, casually, several times, and I feel we make love in secret. Just by brushing our shoes together. It’s even better than this! We do a thing that has no name, a thing that does not exist, that we would invent just for this moment. Our conversation is simply an excuse to brush against each other, and the rest… no, I don’t say it.

Imagine a table, a radio, two empty glasses laying there, on the table, and you, grabbing me by my arm.

I want to fall in love. I want to have someone in my life who overturns it left to right, who makes my furniture tremble, my plates flying over, my sheets twisting and stretching like sailboats in a storm.

She is so beautiful, and the world did not invent anything to talk about it. If you want to know how beautiful she is, place your hand on my chest. Every heartbeat will tell you about it. When she talks, I hear singing. When she walks, I see her dancing. When she smiles, the world stops turning.

When she stops looking at me, my life ceases to exist. My heart forgets how to beat, my legs from walking, and I have to learn again how to live when her eyes go back on me. Without them, I am holding my breath.

Without her, there are no colors in this world.