Die Falling Sterne

      This was an hour, when little shines on the sky were falling down into the endless ocean of the horizon, leaving a short startracks for moments. Somewhere in the grass the lonely cicade was singing. The frogs in the nearby bushes sometimes were starting their own orchestra concert, but always they were cutting it in the middle of culmination. The bracelet and the buttons on my dress were catching the reflections of the moon — little white spots, stayed unseen until you were looking down and noticing them.       – Look! A falling star! Make a wish, — I pointed on the shine, that appeared just for a second, left a short tail in the sky and then vanished like it never was there.       The friend of my heart and soul looked at me and back to the dark silk of a night. I tried to read his thoughts in his movements. He was making a wish, and I was sure I could guess which one.       I leaned against him. The town was a few kilometers behind, nobody was in this place. Just the two of us and the spellings of the night.       – It is hard to explain, but… I can’t live with this feeling, when you can’t tell anyone about a wish you have made. People say, it won’t become true then… I would love that superstition wouldn’t exist. Because sometimes the wish you make is a fairy tale by itself. What if I want to share it with the world? What if I want to give to millions, billions of people this tiny piece of my soul and, maybe, make someone’s heart bloom like the most magnificent flower that ever was seen by the living creatures?       I felt his hand on my shoulder. His hands were always warm and soft, and this feeling I will never forget — a little shivers, like when you make a first step into the water of the river or of the lake. When you are both fascinated and concerned — of the pleasure you feel and of the unexplainable state of a sudden what has just happened.       – Ich verstehe nicht, aber… Ich mag die Magie, die in deiner Stimme klingt.       Yes. The only think he knew in English was a few variations of “Hello” — Good morning, good evening, good afternoon… But I knew his language as good as I knew mine. And as he said — I’ve heard a smile in his voice — there was some magic. Not only in “meine Stimme.”       – Viele danke, — I smiled too and looked at him. He looked back, — Ich liebe dich auch.       Another falling star, and… We kissed.