Critique of pure dream

Poetry and Thoughts, Dreams and Texts from Life

A slow evening

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Cooking together some fresh pasta – music in the background – barefoot dancing in the ktichen.

A open bottle of Chardonnay on the kitchen counter – orange sunrays warming the scene – laughter and these little touches everywhere.

The table out in the garden  – surrounded by the noise of calmness and the chirping of crickets. Eating in silence with so much to talk.

Cooling the day off with those refreshing glases of white wine and the fading sun. Darkness over the hills a blanket over the legs – a book in the hand – reading thoughts out loud.

Candles burning slowly illuminating those flowers of the field – feelings like home –  cuddling in the warm embrace of beautiful intimicay.


The table out in the garden  – surrounded by the noise of calmness and the chirping of crickets. Eating in silence with so much to talk.

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