Sunday blues

mirall

The ambitious competition of two minds on the same lambda.

The  never-ending hypothesis  about all sort of random stuff.

The huge bag of ideas, sketches of tones of future projects.

The sweet sharpness of the right word at the right time.

The back and forth motion, this never-ending sway.

The thrill of a warm wave impacting on my skin.

The brightness of two precious black stones.

The explosion of a heart on my 6 senses.

The pleasure of a smile on my ears.

The gift of a word on a screen.

The moisture of a tear.

The Sunday blues.

The End.

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