A good morning

"The door was not fully shut.
i pushed it slightly to enter the kitchen with my eyes half closed, semi-awake.

A green kitchen with a little fire lightening from the metal chimney.
A foreign language that i didn't (& still don't) understand from the radio.
A man with the grey robe back on me.

You turned and smiled at me.
Then i realized that it's the taste of happiness."

De 7 horas de diferencia.
D.