The ball is rolling and squashed under my feet. The penguins
in my mind have lost purpose of research and the lion in the television is
already talking to the deers.
Bats are gliding to their trees and I am on the way to the forest
holiday!
Special-i-tea is the tea on the street making the voices in
the footsteps.
The tea, as special as it could be, better are the people at
the giveaway.
A couple of table-tennis bats on the offering, priced free,
freebie, distributed to a kid at the stall.
The peaking is the gossip and the drawings are timing the
evening and the next morning with the glass of citrus juices.
Now, the heating afternoon is in the music of the new movies
in the books of finances for telephoning all around and the table is with the
nets of social networking and gaming.
Waking up to the morning, the day is cheer-full since
yesterday.
Smiling at the sunlight glittering the flower watching the shop
with flowers and chocolates walking away from my balcony, i notice a dog look
at me.
A car moves by and the sound reminded me to make tea and my
friend is at the doorbell.
The souvenir is unique for the year, and cheers, it is a
goal for America.
A blink away was the tea poured, the times were flown!