I long to feel my limbs awakened from a warm afternoon sleep into the cool of dusk
The pins and needles of rushing blood , the soft return of consciousness
The warm and scented air filling my lungs, the opening of eyelids to the vibrant of colours of that time that gives me such lucidity
The waking of a hot metropolis into a noisy evening
A bustling night that carries crowds, life freshness, the animation of beginnings , the taste of possibilities
The bad to drown with setting sun into the sea and red moon dawn to show in glory
I long for sleeveless dry and starry nights at mermaid’s bay, that ciel-like city that is always mine.
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