Stolen kisses


Stolen kisses are everywhere... As far as we can conceive sometimes we kiss more than we are aware of, not only by means of physical actions with the ones beside ourselves, among the routine and formal expectation, but again, sometimes we kiss more beyond our conscience.

As forms of formal kisses we can understand a whole universe... but kisses may be presented under the shape of really intuitive, thin, weak or strong ways to let themselves show up to the ones confidentially addressed.

We must have been created as human souls as far as human bodies and we might have overcome to the ability of possessing two types of languages inside our communicative code, one in line to what is expected, ready to show up, always on stage, but then... behind the scenes, lying in the obscure, another language more meant to free our spirits, a secret one we can use when needed although not always being capable of.

So, according to that code, what type of kisses are more real to us, more meaningful?... the ones graphically given, the expected ones, or those ones we more figuratively steal in several moments of our lives through that secret channel of communicative meanings? Sometimes, and then that becomes magic, those stolen kisses become exchanged by another, even a total stranger, under the form of a smile, a look, a whisper, a word... sometimes with a deepness we never expected, and then that becomes miracle, the connection of two souls without previous notice and the instant pleasure obtained from it.

So... let our stolen kisses travel wide along beside our journey in this life so we will be capable, this time, to open and colour many temporary grey souls around us and receive a whole meaningful world in exchange.

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