Picture into Words

It’s a dark night, bright lights, smoke in the air and people running towards every direction. There are cops everywhere, all of them wearing masks, helmets and protective, black suits. Some of them holding shields to protect themselves, and some with huge guns in their hands. Traffic has been stopped, nothing but people, on the streets. Trash and papers on the floor and in the air, as if a tornado had hit. There is a big crowd behind them, police men running out there, to see what all that commotion is all about. The street lights are on but not respected, it is turned green, but no cars pass by, the name of the streets hang above from the light posts but no one cares to know. There’s a spot in the middle of the street, an open space, where only one thing takes place. A passionate kiss, his lips secured on to hers. No one or anything can stop their love from being. She’s on the street floor, with her hair down flowing down her back, now touching the dirty, outran floor, wearing black silky shorts and a blue long sleeve, and slipper shoes, he lays upon her, wearing jeans that have been dirtied, a gray t-shirt and with a backpack on his back careless of what is going on around them. The chaos doesn’t stop them from loving each other in a fervent way.