The sun was shinning, you would choose a dress form the closet, it would be the white one
from New-York and you would be the most amazing nymph with it.
I would take a picture of you, by the window, with this amazing light and your long blond hair.
You looked like a dream, you always do.
We would have breakfast, talking about life, love, the chance we have to have found each other.
We went to this little village, finding treasures along the way.
You would find this beautiful portrait, take care of us, as you always do.
The sun warming our hearts.
We would go to this beautiful garden at the end of the day,
lying on the sofa watching the light between the leaves.
I would be next to you and look at the sun on your neck,
smelling you soft skin and seeing trees through your hair.
You are a dream, you always seem so surreal, full of wonders, of magic.
Maybe this is what it feels to have found a sister, a mother, a best friend.
You are a beautiful chaos.
This sunday was probably one of the most beautiful we had, out of this world.
But we are out of this world aren't we?
" Il fait beau, il fait bon, la vie coule comme une chanson"
Cloclo
I shall write for us never to forget the moments we had.
