was at the airport about to board when I felt someone watching me, on turning I saw a man sitting in the waiting room had beautiful eyes and her dress sure was Italian, then I lost it view until I got where I transfer to Ezeiza bound for the Capital of Art, Florence ... had earlier been in that city and I liked it, the cradle of Italian language, a prominent university town, which was the stage some of the great art, outstanding cultural and artistic center, visit Florence I think it is immersed in a past that are great artists and geniuses players Italians, but what really brought me back was the romanticism that can breathe, I think is far one of the most romantic cities I know. 
And good ... I sat beside the beautiful eye, I think we talked the whole flight ...
After we met in front of the Duomo, was a spring afternoon, I wore a white dress and a light neckerchief wanted the wind to him, ran a warm breeze, the streets were filled with multicolored florists, no need to talk, we understood each other perfectly with just looking at us, I remember seeing the David , walk through the Vasari Corridor to the Ponte Vecchio, all full of artists, painters, musicians, some vendors, actors playing a little scene, the jewelry seemed to shine in a corner of the bridge four young men, dressed as for a gala night , played in a soft violin music that delighted the bystanders, I was drunk, my heart was beating fast, look at the Arno from the bridge and then took my hand and led me to the chair of a painter to portray me, while he watched me with a look that made me feel one of the seven wonders of the world, a view that also failed to see the painter who smiled complicity in the act of saying something in Italian, the only thing I understood, l'amore, l'amore ...
And I figured there feeling "thing più bella" when the flight attendant woke me to offer me a snack ... arrrrrgh!
... I opened my eyes and there he was, eating his snack, glanced at me and smiled ...
back when you want! 
