The scent of a dream (Do Low)
There are mornings where it's "get out of bed on the wrong foot" .
Maybe without a reason real or apparent cause, but it happens.
This time it happened to me. It happened because of a broken dream in half by a nocturnal awakening. Then I dream that I was not able to pick up where I left. And it's great regret because I remember it was a sweet dream. A dream that told of love and of her perfume, an intense and unequivocal. A fragrance that permeated all standing around taking shape and color. Color that colors the experience and did it pulsate to the rhythm of a colorful heart rhythm. And that made me sound happy, the spirit moved me and made me dance. And roteavo, roteavo, close to the love that was, for me, draw a body. Body of feminine form of which I enjoyed everything, everything except the face, artfully concealed in that enchantment.
And that face, yet still do not know anything because my eyes are reopened in the shadow of a sleepy room.
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But, looking back well, that's not important.
important thing is that I have left of that dream imprinted with the scent.
A fragrance that will confess with your eyes closed or open when you want to go back to color my future nights.
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