the background, in the East, the fireball proclaims
mystery of the new day. arranged on the balcony with abundant plants, Jack,
care to detail, sets the table for breakfast. The individual
blue with red trim, red napkins.
The tostadas made, almost burned. Black coffee, cut
only a few drops of milk.
jam by himself. The spatula fat for greasing
butter. Background, the Steinway sensual Krall. All
ready.
He went into the bedroom and covered with quiet passion
his beloved with a robe of silk and jasmine for
transported in the air to the terrace where
served the coffee and anointed bread as he recalled when he met
one of his trips to Selene. Revived in the walks sepia
on the Seine. He noticed that every game is always
seventy-one gave kisses, no more no less.
He kissed each one of those kisses
the spell of the moment.
The piano gives way to a variations for cello,
breakfast is filled with twilight, with a lagoon and
small jetty.
"My love, have not tried the food.
-Dearest When will you learn that dreams
eat?
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