With coconuts in mind for a cool head for the game of
volleyball, the nets were shining the numbers of the scores.
Under the umbrella, the man eating mangoes was talking gold with
his eyes watching the game he does not know to play.
Progressing into the game the idea of my play had begun to
change with this new ball and the fresh numbers were gaining.
The waves of the sea were playing the music of the sunset.
The phone rings and the call of the moment was to invert the mirror to a new
plan for the dining with a barbecue of chickens and
Japanese recipe. Toys in the
mind were magnetizing to self-service from the barbecue and the breeze had made
me half Japanese.
The night was well spent and cars were at the height in the topic
of the conversation to beautify the footsteps for a better-meal of golden
roasted add-ons to each other cars. The idea went ahead to travelling forests
and highways and to bring back a new sport home. The cars were already packed
with insurances with a reusable battery and tyre-inflators. The party stuff was
stuffed, and at the party was an appetite for desert safari.
Dwelling into the moment in the conversation the street was crowding
new cars of tomorrow and toys from the past. The interesting read was that the gifts
to my children were already designed!
