CHRISTINA it was a sunny day, many years ago the boy was thirteen, proud of his new bike it was silver-blue and he drove to his place, where he dreamt of having a friend beside a lake, water's glancing shimmering silver-blue he arrived - there were other children playing a game they had to catch each other had to catch each other had to catch each other (in french style) he saw his girl and he looked in her eyes coloured silver-blue and he ran off - and he was catching her he was catching her he was catching her and then he turned his face near to hers and he gave her his first kiss