Vulessero Vaso
Vulessero Vasa, she called my name from the cleaned room.
There she asked: Vide O' Mare? no: no I answered, looking
at a painting Spira Tanti sentimento, yes she smiled
a perfection of sentiment, a glamorous rendering
or art. It's so, so he said jokingly. So, so it's worth more
than all you could ever image. Perfection is expensive isn't it?
Quite expensive indeed.looking out the window she remarked of
being happy the rain had stopped: she love the aroma of
outside after the storm. Marvelous the nights, starry eyed and
warm.Candlelite was thematic for evening
our supper we dined and danced by candle lite. By the fireplace
we sat watching and waiting, we were determined to stay woke
until the power had been restored.Romance, makes way to love
might you make love to me she asked him: then he never said a word.
We woke to the sound of chainsaw, buzzing and a barking dog from the junkyard scratching at the door.Breakfast was awkward,
after which we finished cleaning. I told her I had to leave she told me
what night shall we be again? His anwser was straight forward and bold,
he told her to speak him as hers and the days we speak shall be
tommorrows as lovers.She said when you comeback to Surreinto
stand in the door and I will invite you in as my fiancee.
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