it was my last day on cyprus.
16 o'clock.
it isn't tea-time but i had to drink a cup of one because G. was working in the bar then.
i took a table exactly opposit him.
his brown eyes could simply find me if he wanted it.
there also were english family. a mother, a father and a little boy, maybe 3 or 4 years old.
suddenly a grey cat ran into the lodging...
i was drinking tea and reading a book, little boy was playing with the cat on the floor near by my tabble and then even under it, and G. was looking on it with a smile.
and i fugitivly thought that it could be my dream ( my wish): to sit and look after my baby while his father, for ex., was cooking our dinner.
it could be i, G. and our boy (girl).
i love you. i love cyprus.
16 o'clock.
it isn't tea-time but i had to drink a cup of one because G. was working in the bar then.
i took a table exactly opposit him.
his brown eyes could simply find me if he wanted it.
there also were english family. a mother, a father and a little boy, maybe 3 or 4 years old.
suddenly a grey cat ran into the lodging...
i was drinking tea and reading a book, little boy was playing with the cat on the floor near by my tabble and then even under it, and G. was looking on it with a smile.
and i fugitivly thought that it could be my dream ( my wish): to sit and look after my baby while his father, for ex., was cooking our dinner.
it could be i, G. and our boy (girl).
i love you. i love cyprus.