... and while we spoke of Many Things
fools and kings this
He Said to me "The Greatest thing you'll ever learn is just
to love and be loved in return" Nat King Cole
I miss
the sweetness of kisses. I take her in, almost forgotten and dirty. Memory old postcard from other winters. Tarnished memory of kisses, faded by the sun. And rather than push with all my strength, there swamps which no sale. I remember the tenderness that was giving me creeps, burning, rather than tenderness. Not bad. Considered abandoned.
then leave the loading on the dam and I decide to search. I say goodbye at the end of my memory and look for this. And I intend to find in the corners of the tracks, and cobbled streets, the shops and markets. I look at the distance of the bodies and took me to the closeness, support bend my waist and my hands on the cold floor. And that's why I won. Rest of myself as I can and never let a second look at my struggle, to extend the road. I know it is not easy, you know tomorrow as we did and not now. It is also that one does not know anything until he has before that scare which bounce off the feelings inside. Fog is lost in the words of lovers, all different lights. The looseness of the bodies of love can not be imitated with fur challenges and savannah.
It is mostly a matter of time and found is the most difficult to achieve in this world, but also the most wonderful.
is that sometimes one is not, nor would the best time nor the place most suitable, but that is instantly recognizable as the momentum is not measured.
And of course in the middle, totaling more battles lost. But that does not take away an ounce of beauty, to delight in what is presented as a surprise. As a gift of kings, as a serenade for summer, like rain on the plate at the time for siesta.
That feeling, which is strange as forgotten. It becomes just a word, until it comes back. That grin on his face and leaving alone makes one walk in the clouds through life, believing in the stupid unless appropriate. That image is one image that reflected everywhere.
And understanding that the fire remained alive despite the storms. And that begins to tickle the inside.
Give me one night and a wine and other talk more like those we have, where you lose the thread to swim in different ideas all the time. Give a talk more, we bring the glasses and get out to the patio to smoke.
And if you want to let us look again at our eyes and see the ways they went through to get this far again. Even the feeling that clothes in the cold street. In the sweetness of a smile that it withered greens, joining the broken swords, drinking water clasped hands, caressing the time, do not strip. Let us look
then again, in love of all past, you just got. In the millennia
love elsewhere, they touch on my door.
Photo: Lola to "Friday's Girls"
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