I drive my car after work between cars, buses and traffic, but my voice is in the Mediterranean Sea, (there were you in the other side of the world but your voice was here with me).
Beyond the things that the poets use to write there is another kind of sense, between the surreal and reality, (there is where you live).
Calling me in the right time, leaving the sensation for a moment that we actually do exist. (It feels nice).
The waking up every day take me some kind state of contentment, (‘cause is taking me one day closer to you. Not knowing when even where)
I talk about Capri island and how The Grotta Azurra” became to me the most beautiful place in the world. (And then I remember for a second a picture of a black car, parking on a Hungary street covered by snow and writing on it “Carito”).
I would rather think that we built our life with our own choices and that is where I found the magic of creating our own luck.
So, this is what it is. The simplicity of life.
Like an invitation to join my world and see the life through my eyes.
I drive my car below the sky that in one minute in turned like slow motion into the blue, pink and orange colors (this is what I called a beautiful sunset), I’m almost at home.
I arrive, I get off my car and I close it with the alarm, I wonder how beautiful it all of this and I smile.
Before I open the door I take a look into the mailbox, and there is…
I found your letter.
P.S. This post has been written while listening songs from Kings of Convenience.
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