ventana

Grapes broken between teeth, the extracts moving around the tongue with such an exquisite flavour. Smoldering weather, sweat around your neck and curious fingers wander along the panorama sea. Yellow curry makes your eyes water, igniting hunger and-
I'd like to lay here for days, without time passing. Orange sheets wrapped loosely around olive skin, your shoulderblades curving as you reach for my waist. The windows without glass bring in a red breeze, the white draperies shifting slowly beside Greek sculptures and a rush of passion vitalizes as it storms through the portiere separating us from elsewhere.

This inventive verve overwhelms me. I've an array of ideas and tastes coming to mind, placing themselves at different times, with different names. Now I'd like to paint something while drinking dandelion wine and singing along with Louis Armstrong.