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9-0-2-3

A way long to go you said, a casual number in the middle of the night. Maybe, why not? 9-0-2-3 days in time, decomposed or summarised, always about you.

They're 24 years since I realised you were real, just like the morning of my childhood that you came to my dreams and blown my head up. 24 years more to understand all the tricks that live in just one second of your magic.
8 months the time I would walk to find you. Double time if we have to change our place once I'm done. Here or there, in the middle of the jungle or near the border of the earth. 8 months I also needed to finish everything the first time since I saw your smile in the corridor until the moment I asked you to stop.
2 weeks the time I will live in your lips when I see you. 2 weeks more to hear your stories while I see every funny expression you make in the climax of your thoughts.
5 days for you to complain about why I'm hugging you so much. And 5 days more cuddling in total retaliation.
11 hours to prepare the most delicious meal to celebrate your eyes. 11 more to drink and dance and joy.
33 minutes and 33 more just for us, 33 in the shadows and 33 more in the sun.
19 seconds in our battle of eyelashes, 19 seconds for you to run. 19 seconds for every kiss and 19 more to discover where else have you gone.

Those are  9-0-2-3 in days in a second round, 9-0-2-3 in the other side of the world. They're just 24 years, 8 months, 2 weeks, 5 days, 11 hours. 33 minutes and 19 seconds that I want to double just to enjoy. 

But in the middle of my thoughts, I realised that it's maybe a problem of space because the time has gone.

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