summer has arrived again in the da…
we lay tangled in the grassy meadow, with fingers sticky from sun dried figs among the pouches of sweetness fallen down from trees. our hair drenched in the july warmth, among the garde...
puddle of strawberry slushy fell d…
i float on a still pool of milk in…
bloody red skies of passion bloome…
the sky finally melts into a bashf… to slide down the horizon. i imagine sugar grains for stars a…
under the thousand and twenty thre…
her scent gushes of fresh strawber…
spend my days in an endless field of meadows, with sheep as big as bushes. wool as soft as clouds alike, knitted cardigans dyed with french pink. the sheep would carry me wherever. i wo...
let’s meet again... under that ble…
pomegranate; red juicy jewels embe…
picking strawberries in the mornin… under the sun. they blushed deep w…
i sit my arse on the kitchen table, munching on the warm and buttery croissant with a mug of hot espresso on the side. and sigh watching the patissier laminate the flat, white dough wit...
i picked the burning tuscan sun sitting in warm mutton soup with my chopsticks. and placed it in my mouth. the soft yolk spilt sweetly on my tongue. flooding me insides in yellow mellow...
it was a bright, sunny day with wools of sugar swimming in it. those wools then melting into a river of sweet puddle. strings of daisies and poppies sticking out in the grassy field. th...
