We would keep a clear
tablecloth that I bought this with its simple design repetitive
dark purple flower not mentioned by any botanist
because it reminds me that dress you were wearing printed
the summer we met
(
a dress - you have always maintained - that
I never said that I liked).
Well, 'I liked you know.
I liked.
I liked a lot, there was you in
or not.
Andrew Motion
not had anything special because people stop to look, the simple dress caresses her body in an explosion of lavender flowers on white background.
Les champs de douches. Oil on canvas
He looked down towards the pier.
-What was willing to pick the flowers, one by one, like poppies in a wheat field when the summer is upon us.
Her hair down her bare shoulders, like heaven to enter into marriage within the sun rose on the facade of the cathedral and sit among flowers and candles, incense and kneeling at the foot of the altar of forgotten prayers. They forget.
While outside in the heat made it fragile and evanescent the contours of the landscape.
A picture faded, like old photos of the century.
A Montmartre.
The bell tower of the cathedral towered above the houses of the village and beyond cast a benevolent eye on the sea where the boats of the marina just waving.
She walked on the narrow walkway, leaving wet footprints behind her. That immediately vanished. Swallowed by the sun.
-As in his life, he thought.
joined him.
-Hello-just said.
-Hello-just said. Him
Then all was silent.
Dogs dozed in the shade of elm trees on the square.
Properties. The crickets chirped incessantly.
But you saw.
were invisible.
Like them. How
sky Bridal veil of falling stars. Disillusioned and descents.
