In life i would like...[ Original poetry, original dream]

 
I'm an unseen dreamer.  Today I wanted to describe you a dream, a story, a fantasy, a utopia.  

A dream in which I take refuge when my melancholy hits me.  

The dream of a different, ideal life.  In life I would like ... 

 
In life I would like to start well from the morning, where the alarm clock is the song of a bird.  

Do not run, you have no head blurred with obscure thoughts, even if you are only thinking of clear clear skies.  

Coffee is ready and next to him there is a sweet cream and cocoa. A shy kiss on your forehead from good morning and immediately after a more passionate reminds you that you live, breathe and rejoice. 

 I would like a life where there are long blond hair to tickle my face while the sun is high in the sky. 

 And go out in the morning and be in a meadow, with a thousand colors to touch your legs running free and strong. 

 Hand in hand as a child, a life where there is always someone to hold you by hand, without letting you fall. 

 A life where a wound is treated with a kiss and a pain with a caress.

  A life where you have hot bread and tasty tomatoes for lunch, with their juice slipping on your chin while laughing.  

A smell of freshly baked bread remains on you and you welcome it as a hug with a sweet smile. 

 
I would like a life where the afternoon is an adventure, a trip, a coffee in Paris, a trip to Amsterdam's canals, a stolen kiss in Berlin, a starry sky in Japan, a wild ride in Taxi in New York.

  Where are you not and I am not, and we are not here, we are everywhere in a moment, a carousel of colors and flavors, a cake in Vienna, with the chocolate melting in your mouth, a rice dish in China, where every grain has the taste of everything you know you can do and see and try!  

A scream of freedom, a shaky vodka drunk all over a breath, making love on a meadow and rolling in the wet ground.  

A shiver along the back, a slow kiss, a cold beer and a jump up. 

 Singing out of a car and dancing on everything until it falls 

 
I want a life where the dusk of the sunset is a sweet pink and it brings you to the world of the night, a way of daring frenzied with the rhythm of frenzied drums, dizzy, foul, vulgar sex, of sparkling clothes running for illuminated lights. 

 A night full of lights like Christmas, where the air smells of snow but is lukewarm on the skin. 

 One night, when you throw in your bed, with a smile, a kiss on the neck, scented with vanilla, the sound of a sweet little nun with sirens singing as the water flows through their serene seas.

  A night without nightmares and fears, but only a sweet warm embrace where to sink. 

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