Not even on a ladder would get to kiss you, I thought. Your hands were closer to mine and although you looked for my eyes as you pointed out something in the book, I only managed to hide myself behind a serious gesture, as reaching concentration. If the world were a fantasy fable, or the most heinous tale of terror Iwould have never realized about that. The environment looked like a postcard that came down to such details , those one not written at any book. Your delicate voice and the sweetness of that fragance. Perhaps, I imagined that when you were older and no longer be my teacher I would come after you, and you surely be with a smile.