I dreamed that my hands caressed your smile, as before, that my body shuddered in your presence and rediscovered joys, not distant; forgotten. I dreamed, I dreamed of that time when fear did not devastate the nights; I dreamed of you, with me and with a body that breathed energy to the sound of your hugs. Grey September, the morning, where the dream leaves me, where just, by trying, to move my hollow fingers, I rewrite a hard, dark, unfinished verse, born from the absence of your kisses, and my own heartless body.