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Rain rains on the window and it cascades into the gutter. It acts as a springboard to the dream. Surprised by sudden drops, we seek shelter in the station booth. We are alone and we look each other in the eyes, which, as a mirror, reflect our mutual attraction. A passionate and longer than usual kiss, interrupted only by the sound of footsteps coming. The enchantment disappears and, without words, we say to each other which is just a referral in the warmth of our room in silence protected by walls, but made of soft, muted words caresses, giggles, cries and impetuous impulses.