A piece of chocolate, to lose your mind.
The tasty mixture of red berries from the woods.
The mellow memory of our grandmothers' dishes.
A family meal that tastes like a party.
The intoxicating scent of a bunch of pink roses.
The fresh wet grass in the early morning.
The cut mint that we rub in our hands.
A stormy evening, feeling the heart beating.
A hand that takes another.
The skin that we brush with our fingertips.
The thrill of a caress on the forearm.
A surprise kiss that touches our soul.
A bird song in the forest.
The ticking of a clock from the past.
A soft music that lulls us.
To hear the silence, its deafening noise.
A sunset sitting on a bench.
A long forgotten book.
A photo that we have just found.
Seeing feelings that make no sense.
Taste, smell, touch, listen, see,
they have in common to find our senses,
but above all, they have the sense to find our emotions.
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Tony herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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