On the balcony of a busy subsaharan sleeping neighbourhood, the hum of the air conditioning moistens the intensity of position -of condition to wake up and live again within an unknown time - wind fans the moisture, the texture of a ...dress enlightens romance, begins a story. Light is night and what is impossible is most likely improbable - but here, right now, it is real - an ..alternate reality of crisp flaky windows open into the bewildered exterior, the doors tap tap tap queit solitude intervening with armors of protecting ...a floating dress.
Silently cushions lie, LED lamps blink feverishly a passion of despair, tables gently flatten peace, carpets curl beneath any ignorance - the washing sound of blissful africa - in my heart
Thirsty for the glass that quenches sanity of vastness
It is 2,42 AM - my feet twinkle in the shadows, dancing to reach through the familiar darkness, where within the realms of clean tops and unemployed crops - lies the opening of a mysterious cabinet, for it is now that it only lets its true beauty soar, its fantastic coolness and power of golden chill - I raise my hand to the mumbling strings of our refrigator, my dress - swinging to the last of the taken spring --- of immersed jug water - memorable to dream with as it trickles lust and cool desire -I am here for you... take me - the water hushes lashes of staring in compartments of wilderness - for tastes of africa lie only within my touch - the scent of ice - the waft of home made yoghurt - its particles crystalising with white -- predicament - Mint... smashes feelings into reason - Mango - the delights of mango - ushering watefalls of sweet temptation - the kitchen enhances with destiny - and I am a part of that collection of sudanese affair
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the doors tap tap tap queit solitude
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