Incerc sa deschid pleoapele incarcate de povara unei nopti albe, asternuturile sunt mult prea comode, iar soarele face eforturi sa ma surprinda intr-un mod placut. Este un inceput lenes, oare cu ce ma va surprinde aceasta zi?
Ma ridic agale si ma indrept spre bucatarie unde izul de cafea se pierde … iz de cafea..hmm..daaa, cu scortisoara. Inchid ochii si savurez aroma, ma las purtata pe taramuri asiatice asezonate cu mirodenii si condimente specifice.
[wp_ad_camp_1]Ma intrebi ce planuri am. Ridic usor din umeri, grimasa de pe chipul meu nu ofera prea multe optiuni, dar sunt dorinte.
Dorinte vechi sau noi, dorinte ce zabovesc cuminti, dorinte listate ce asteapta sa fie bifate…
Conversatiile lungi acapareaza dimineata, ne planuim urmatoarea escapada..unde? … acolo unde vor dori sufletele noastre, unde mintea va descoperi noi senzatii, iar trupurile se vor bucura de tinuturi exotice. Ne place frumosul, niciodata nu avem timp suficient pentru a-l explora.
Aud sunete, imi sunt atat de cunoscute, “Roses, I walked in the corner with the body screaming dolo, never sold a bag but…”…ah.. telefonul meu.
Si m-am trezit din reverie.
I try to open my eyelids laden with the burden of a white night, the bedding is much too comfortable, and the sun makes an effort to surprise me in a pleasant way. It’s a lazy start, what will this day surprise me with?
I get up slowly and head to the kitchen where the smell of coffee is lost, coffee flavor, hmm…yeeees… with cinnamon. I close my eyes and enjoy the aroma, I let myself be carried on Asian lands seasoned with specific spices.
You ask me what my plans are. I shrug slightly, the grimace on my face doesn’t offer too many options, but there are desires.
Old or new wishes, good lingering desires, listed desires waiting to be checked…
Long conversations take over in the morning, we are planning our next getaway..where?
… Where our souls will want, where the mind will discover new sensations, and the bodies will enjoy exotic lands. We love beauty, we never have enough time to explore it.
I hear sounds, they are so familiar to me, “Roses, I walked in the corner with the body screaming dolo, never sold a bag but…”..ahh.. my phone.
And I woke up in a dream.
Este o zi insorita de primavara, natura a prins viata, avem impresia ca timpul este lent si dilatant, cand de fapt acesta trece pe langa . . .
Era o zi mohorata de martie,iar ploaia isi imprastia picaturile precum niste dansatori profesionisti ce isi etaleaza trupurile salbatice cu generozitate. Dans frenetic la inceput . . .