While the sky and this page will clear up in an anonymous round of twittering excitedly,
there is a silent smile of a near-full man, drunken faces,
those faces that can be lost, and thanks
which can often find themselves.
There was a big party on the night, full of things said, but were especially
unsaid (because there was no need)
to penetrate the soul,
and satisfy the mind, to satisfy the heart.
The surprise was a galloping of smiles During that meeting you,
all agree, all for you, even his smile
-driving, the most beautiful, often
what feeds you, but then surprises you the same once you have created so filled with joy.
E 'was great to have the excuse of the party
to be able to embrace all without reason
felt so liberating that still keeps you awake,
to repay the last of hugs,
the rosy dawn.
h.5 15,
from my balcony
