MY  ANDRE


It is the night of July 12th, 1789.......

......he is sleeping beside me and so close as always, so quiet 
like waiting, no...... not for more; I promise Andre not any more.
So I was blind , or just afraid to live in all this love and forget 
myself... to give everything that you know, better than anyone.
Oh my....your face, that peace in your face that now reaches me, 
instead this desperate searching, desperate choices. My question 
the one that I made you moments before about Fersen and me, I was 
trembling , not because of doubts no, for the answer your answer.
May be I wanted to hear from you all these words again and through 
them, get the courage to confess my feelings, one more time and 
even then you lead me,  my love. How could I  not be brave to tell 
you, when you defend me everyday,... and that night from my Father,
... my Father remember? I almost died in his hands and you......... 
died? .......... death? ... who is thinking about that now? Now that 
we are together so alive.
His warm breath, while everything is falling apart, our time is just 
starting ... I will be the one who realize your dreams, which are 
mine too. I will be the woman that you never want me to forget, and 
beside you Andre, so close as now. Nobleness, I do not know any 
nobleness but the one which lives in your heart ... my Andre.......... 
he has awaken this shine of his eyes is all over me, he is smiling.......

- .................Andre .... I will make an annoucement tomorrow.

- An annoucement itīs already tomorrow! What is it Oscar?

- No, it is not tomorrow for me yet, for now I want to be like this, 
listen to your heart saying my name with every beat it makes, this is 
the only thing that I care for, from now ... forever 

- Oscar .......and the annoucement ?

- It is about the truth, my truth,the one you make me understand, 
the one that is all in which I believe.... leave it for tomorrow 
Andre..... for tomorrow

- Oscar....

- No please, no more words my Andre you do not need them, leave all 
to the silence, this silence where our spirits talked, and let me be 
yours again,  my Andre I love you so......

- My lady.............. my Lady Oscar

- At last ....... you say it at last 

- You wanted me to say it?

- Yes, always ... always Andre

- and for me it is not tomorrow yet too....

-........ my Andre

- It is just now, as you said before , no .... forever

- Forever.........


And now the silence gets in the air, the longing final, just a man 
with his woman, just a Lady with her Andre.


...... It is early morning of July 13, 1789