Paul
"From the terrace overlooking the sea that gives me so hard, I feel that nothing happens. I filled the eyes of their light and soul of its salt.
Biryanny This chicken is made for kings. You are fantastic Paul do you remember the day I went for ground cardamom?
Paul laughed out loud, almost chokes on rice. His laughter was an explosion of light. His eyes were bright and you could see them as his mind was already in motion. In a few minutes would start a exciting game of ideas, quick and agile. Therefore, its speed and imagination, I liked it so much. Talking to him was becoming a race of neurons. And his eyes sparkled.
now looking at sea. Try glare, sometimes the moon, bring me those sparks.
This terrace is mine since it is not. Now I spend here, as before, but now alone, my best times of day, without fear of any recurrence.
The lights are dim in the sky of March. The market is full of tourists who share the corridors with the public. In brief return to the terrace eating that delicious ice cream straciatella how much I liked the Gothic Quarter. I bought
pure spices, I cook the rice properly, maybe this afternoon Paul back. He is a good cook and a great eater. Yes, I know, I should not dream. But I need it right now in my life everything seems about to break. Although you know, I renewed the terrace. It's like a paradise found, without having ever lost. It is, I know, an escape, but today is a special day on June 11.
An ugly date, but I have great significance. Paul's birthday. You would have probably already guessed. You may charm lies in its dual character. That makes it easily becomes my Prince Charming Marino. Or it may mean that I am a masochist.
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