I waited for you in my garden looking at the horizon where I thought you might appear. I looked at the green of the soil that mixed with the ochres, yellows and reds of the vegetation. My heart was anxious to see you, to look at you, to hear everything you were going to tell me. The air was clean, the sounds of the evening harmonious. I remember fixing my attention on the acrobatic movement of the birds. I watched the show for hours.
I waited for you and you didn't come, but that waiting time was unforgettably beautiful.