and then buy the red and yellow flowers, will light the incense and lamps. I open all the blinds and you will see the roofs of the houses with their antennae that rise to heaven, and far a piece of sea. the stars in the sky light up like windows in the houses. will lay a colorful carpet in the empty room with white walls and fresh. settle down in cooking the fruit in a wicker basket and a jar with fresh water, lemon slices and mint leaves. Photos will be on my wall elsewhere. the next day at the port there will be fresh fish for lunch on the terrace time will stop the smell of coffee. enough laughter and songs, but there will be no room for nostalgia and deep breaths. my grandmother rocked in a chair that will beat a strong up and down and I'll wake up in a big bed listening to the murmur of voices in the room next door. shall find the red and yellow flowers and open windows and the curtains flying. everything will be repeated ad infinitum.
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