An irrepressible desire ... air marine, wind of iodized who insolently tease my hair and would rush madly as he can play, prankster, with swollen sails of boats , so I tangueras too drunk, plagued by a delicious thrill, the simple and refreshing reminiscence !
... A burning need to hear again the beautiful music of poles and observe filamentary or pot-bellied, drink merrily with the wind-friend, their next trip, and see happen in their flailing and accomplices, yet melodious notes .
A wild desire ... to oysters freshly plucked in this vast marine garden , deliciously fleshy, swollen with salt , offered to the eye and watch over them in a contemplative ecstasy and greedy, the ritual of their palpable thrill of sailing in passing lemon. Once the show ended, bring forward through our fingers, in this exquisite capsizing, the oyster boat, until our mouths greedy, Bermuda triangle-round ...
also salivate and dream of urchins in the shell sharp and intimidating but at the heart velvety, bursting with color this nectar iodized ran saf ... invitation to go fishing spoon ... and for dessert, dare a waffle soft and warm ... another small boat just golden, geometric reliefs delicately adorned with a veil of foam of powdered and éguster religiously, elected on a bench alone, facing a fading light at the foot of a silent and imperturbable lighthouse.
mingles too, want to feel sensual and observe, rogues sand play hide and seek between my toes blessed to be tickled by the soft ground that, regardless little, cools.
And remember once, all that has taste, appreciated by face troubled or serene horizon of the vast ocean ... during these moments always too stealthy, holders of a plural noun, whose only pronunciation betrays already fun and escapism, this evocative name of Hope: 'Will Cances ...'.
Another salt of my life!
I long, yes ... yet to taste these treasures memories buried under the sand my memory ...
few pictures, sweet escape remains, invaluable snippets moments become objects and contents in the ocean tumultuous of my memories or the adorable little box, drawer of my precious nostalgia (symbol also, probably, a certain frustration!)
Aqua tick peony E m n A L d e M st. . . . *.. * __
few pictures, sweet escape remains, invaluable snippets moments become objects and contents in the ocean tumultuous of my memories or the adorable little box, drawer of my precious nostalgia (symbol also, probably, a certain frustration!)
Aqua tick peony E m n A L d e M st. . . . *.. * __
Copyright 2010 Lady Peony
and your desire to escape what she looks like?
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