The light was more clear than i thought,
it felt strange woke up in a world, in a place.
The sky showed dreams, draws, dates, confessions
and inscreptions of love.
Rome was like that, i just remembered it with a bunch
of art in everywhere, philosophers, painters, lovers and
gossip people on the streets.
I was starving, my stomach said "brunch time"(as always)
wherever kind of food could stop
all of this tornado of emotions and memories from Rome,
the warriors can make me come easyly, butjust only one
could stop it.
In front of me was a beautiful body laying down, with
a sexual expression taking place in the hole room,
a color red wine sheet was rolled in him, showing part of
his chest and making wind touch it and crashing his smell
in my face.
Could said it was feeding me.
Thanks Sparta, thanks Pop Hostal.
12:00 pm ( Madrid-2009 )
