A touch of jazz, in the wake of a morning
that does not look like everyone else,
candles of warm colors,
a touch of autumn.
The arrival of his parents, the necessary
approval of spontaneous gestures and words,
that are mixed with scents of cooking,
unexpected visions.
A mother who looks around and nods
with bright eyes,
expressions of amazement to see how their child has become
woman. A father
excited and smiling, timid and slow pitch
crossing the door,
load of new looks,
young wonders.
It 's noon
conveyed the atmosphere of quiet seasons surreal
The table is laid with food,
a touch of art in the provisions,
every detail must be so,
more perfect than ever.
stories that intertwine in
velvety taste of a hot dish, soft caresses
expand over time,
a quiet day and then another,
a photograph to be framed in the walls
incomplete.
The arrival
intense as every separation, lightning
joy that soothes,
flashy entry into the scene.
A touch of jazz is in the air, sound
prolonged indefinitely,
concludes the day and night in every
sweet memories still come on.
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