Iceland

As we walked out we viewed the scant people who took a morning stroll in the rain-slicked streets. Gray clouds casted a cold light over us, allowing me to stare into your eyes. You pulled me by the arm and took me into that little music-box store I had told you about two years ago --I almost forgot I did, but you didn't forget it. We tried plenty of them, as the employee kindly showed them to us. A few moments later,I couldn't take my eyes off from an ebony-coloured one, which quite resembled the one I used to listen in my childhood days. You came closer and asked me what the matter was, since you just noticed my evocative glance. Back then, in the dark, I used to play it to dispel all my fears, to feel that someone was there by my side. I couldn't help but playing it. It was the same melody. Silently, you only held my hand and showed me a mahogany one, whose design and melody was far more joyful than mine. As the employee showed you another models and went off, I bought the one you picked and showed me and had it wrapped for you. I'd give it to you later.

A few minutes later we rushed towards the docks, since we'd tour the shores and see the whales migration. Though gray, the sky had still a friendly look. The Japanese kept taking photos at everything they saw. We only stood by the hand reel, staring into the clouds and talking nonsense. I have always been able to keep any kind of conversation with you, no matter how deep or shallow it could be. "I'd like to be a polar bear" you said, "just like the song sings." " But you'd have to feed on seals, only. That wouldn't be any funny," I said. "But I could swim in the Arctic Seas," you answered. "Bears are lonely creatures, anyway. If I were a bear, I'd be a furry, lovely one, but quite lonely," I told you. "If that's so, then I would hunt you down, then I would make a rug of your skin and lie on top of you...naked," you said, "you'd be totally mine". "On a second thought, I do want to be a polar bear," I said. That smiling face of yours came close to mine but, as the Japanese began to utter incomprehensible words, our boat reached the whales zone. We all could look at a whole pack of them. The ship-crew pointed to submarine monitors
that showed us the females nursing their offspring. A salty, watery breeze sprayed us as the whales breathed. We both couldn't stop kissing and laughing. Joy came to us as we could see the calves, swimming by their mothers' side.

I guess we have never been so close for a whole day. Even if we wore long coats and wool clothing, our bodies sought each other for some heat. We could feel the cold air
right to our bones. It was a nice trip, though. Yet, I'm still surprised of how strong you could be, since your appearance is rather fragile.

Three o'clock. Afternoon. We had to sail back to dry land, since sunlight goes out quite soon in places like this. We went into a small teashop before
having lunch. I couldn't wait any longer and gave you the music-box I bought while you weren't looking. You loved the surprise and wanted to play it right away, but a group of loud tourists entered the shop, muffling the melody. We decided to go back to our hotel room. Once there, we took off our coats and had some rest. Then I held you in my arms, just to smell your neck. You began to take off me the sweater you bought me the day before. "You don't need this indoors. It's quite warm in here," you said. (You're always stripping me down, when we are in private.) Afterwards you played your music-box, right on the night table. We lied in the bed and you drew me into your arms. Suddenly we felt quite tired and felt asleep; we kept holding each other, though.

It was only four o'clock in the afternoon...