a farm in italy facing the sea

 

a farm in italy facing the sea

Yes

the wind in your golden hair of the sun curled by your smile
dehort
hens
horses
 donkeys
the good smell of the vine
your kitchen in Italian stone marble
your bread in your hands
giving me my breakfast on our stone terrace

 kissing me quickly because you leave with

 your best friend your horse your dog your donkey in your boat going to work saying to me turning around
see you tonight, my love, I love you

here is my waking dream me making my mozzarella my cheese 

my drawing my painting you happy like a captain on his boat waiting 

for you coming back coming back to me ... your toast of your bread 

put by you before you go go to work
your skin you smell good on my lips come back ...

here is my dream dream of you my dream of us awake even asleep
wherever you are, I love you, hoping that you know that it's you ... my love ... also ...Too..