the kiss... (IV)

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they had brought him to that damned room... so it was the end... yes... that was the end of the line... next morning he would be hanged on the gallows... there was no point in thinking about the reason why... the reason was a pen and some words... the reason was a heart beating for the blue sky... the reason was a mind that was foreign to lies... in those last hours the only image that kept coming to his mind was hers... all those sweet moments they were together...

he is writing at his desk... she comes and stands behind him... reading his notes aloud... wow!... and he loves the way she says wow!... this is great!... and he loves the way she says, this is great!... then she bends a bit and puts her hands on his shoulders... commenting on some points... and he loves the way she comments... he starts including them in his notes... then her arms are round his neck... and that's the best part... she bends even more... he can feel her breath... then he leaves the pen on the desk... and they kiss in a very strange position... his head leaning backward... her hands round his neck... his arms up... trying to engulf her... he loves it that way... he always loved it that way...

the guard opened the door of the cell... surprised to find him all up and ready to come with him... i'm ready! want to see her for the last time... the guard said nothing... the prisoner was not allowed to see anyone... even during these last minutes... he felt uneasy though... he felt there was someone else there... he always hated this... those last moments of these dying people... they were so heavy and oozy... but he could say nothing... any comments? don't want to add any comments, darling? the guard added to his pace... there was something powerful about this prisoner... he seemed so determined... no trace of fear... no regret... this frightened him... something was coming up in his throat... something hard and dark... the prisoner stepped up the stool without even waiting for anyone to tell him... how i love you standing by me... the dark thing in the guard's throat was bigger... his legs started trembling... he was ordered to fix the rope round the prisoner's neck... his hands were shaking... he took the noose from the guard so caringly... put it round his neck and tightened it deliberately... how i love your hands round my neck... the guard could hear his soft whisper... he wanted to rush out of that place... to run for eternity... to get lost... to forget that soft whisper... he was ordered to kick the stool out from under the prisoner's feet... he was standing there... not being able to stir a limb... to utter a word... his eyes were pinned on the prisoner's face... he was smiling... he was smiling so broadly... ahhhh... now comes the kiss... kiss me sweetheart... kiss me! the prisoner kicked out the stool himself... hanging in the air... with his head leaning backward... his arms up... trying to engulf an invisible being... this lasted just for a moment and then all hanged down... the guard bent... the dark thing was strangling him... he kneeled... his forehead gently kissing the granite floor... kiss me sweetheart... the prisoner's voice echoed nonstop... kiss me sweetheart... kiss me!

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