10/04/2023

Bille74
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Bille74
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Blue carpet from which dreams are made
The window is open. A gentle breeze blows in. I look out. Out of nowhere, it is there, inviting me in, and I rise.
The blue carpet of dreams.
I feel safe right away, we fly fast, leave everything behind.
A Ŵärme surrounds me and envelops me.
We fly to a foreign land, delicate precious, fine, spicy smells I take.
In front of us the sun goes down. Everything around me shines in warm tones.
We are one with the horizon.
My worries, everyday life, I leave everything behind. I enjoy the here and now and the warming rays of the setting sun.
I enjoy the peace and security, the warmth of the carpet that carries me gently.
Below us I see palm trees, a small oasis at the camels water. I hear foreign languages. I do not understand them but it sounds strangely familiar.
The alarm clock rings.
I get up, take a shower, drink a coffee and put on my perfume.
Tapis Volant.
The window is open and a gentle breeze blows in.....
The blue carpet of dreams.
I feel safe right away, we fly fast, leave everything behind.
A Ŵärme surrounds me and envelops me.
We fly to a foreign land, delicate precious, fine, spicy smells I take.
In front of us the sun goes down. Everything around me shines in warm tones.
We are one with the horizon.
My worries, everyday life, I leave everything behind. I enjoy the here and now and the warming rays of the setting sun.
I enjoy the peace and security, the warmth of the carpet that carries me gently.
Below us I see palm trees, a small oasis at the camels water. I hear foreign languages. I do not understand them but it sounds strangely familiar.
The alarm clock rings.
I get up, take a shower, drink a coffee and put on my perfume.
Tapis Volant.
The window is open and a gentle breeze blows in.....