I search you in the known faces to find your little eyes, that seem to have secretly wated for this moment. For a few second I'm trapped by your unalterable smile, and I wish that at least this time I'm the reason giving it life. Just a look of distance and we must obey the inexorable coldness of the silent game.
We both turn away. I hope time runs fast and so our eyes could meet again soon.
*****
No. You can't know I'm watching you this way.
It's better when you don't notice me, when you keep observing the world with you terrible gravity and you forget my existence. I rather be invisible that just a child looking at you as stupefied by your eyes which seem to read everything, which could discover all of my secrets. I don't want you to know I feel clumsy when I see you arriving, though sometimes I think you suspect.
Too late, your eyes are fixed on mine. I have to turn.
*****
Here we go again. A new gaze.
Time escapes while I wait for a word to brake the routine, capable of taking the casuality to the clandestine encounters with your eyes. I wish it falls from your mouth to keep the magic, you say it because I'm not allowed.
*****
I hate having to silence what I feel. I hate understand at last that thing about feeling like a teenager when your eyes... oh, no. There they are again. Don't look at me, please, not in front of everyone. Do it when nobody can notice it, not even you.
I want to hear your voice calling my name when only I could hear it.
*****
A bell rings in the distance.
'That's all for today. We'll meet again on monday.'
Everyone start leaving the classroom, except for a girl trying to settle her uniform.
'Is there anything you wish to tell me, Francisca?'
'No, nothing professor. Until monday.'
Another story without an end.
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