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[aid] => mick
[title] => Pietros
[time] => 2009-09-06 13:55:40
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[bodytext] => The bay is free of sailing ship this day for the weather is not good. We sit inside the small café looking out the window at the boats moored in their slips. The sky is gray and the wind is starting to blow harder now. We drink a glass of wine and smoke our cigarettes together. She is not young and I am not so young either. This is a nice place to meet and talk for the first time. Porto Venciente has other cafes to drink wine and talk but I like Pietros, for the café is close to the water where I can see the boats. I can see my ship from where we sit. It doesn’t have a slip, but is resting a couple of leagues out from shore. I take her hand in mine, whispering a couple of soft words to her across the table. She smiles and takes a sip from the wine glass. The wine wets her lips and I want her more than I have wanted another woman.
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Pietros
Contributed by
ramfire
on
Sunday, 6th September 2009 @ 01:55:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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The bay is free of sailing ship this day for the weather is not good. We sit inside the small café looking out the window at the boats moored in their slips. The sky is gray and the wind is starting to blow harder now. We drink a glass of wine and smoke our cigarettes together. She is not young and I am not so young either. This is a nice place to meet and talk for the first time. Porto Venciente has other cafes to drink wine and talk but I like Pietros, for the café is close to the water where I can see the boats. I can see my ship from where we sit. It doesn’t have a slip, but is resting a couple of leagues out from shore. I take her hand in mine, whispering a couple of soft words to her across the table. She smiles and takes a sip from the wine glass. The wine wets her lips and I want her more than I have wanted another woman.
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Re: Pietros
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by emystar on
Sunday, 6th September 2009 @ 08:52:11 PM AEST
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Beautifull write.
Where have you been, my friend?
huggs, blessings,
emy
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Re: Pietros
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by kye on
Monday, 7th September 2009 @ 05:37:02 AM AEST
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As I read your words, I saw an author in you. I like the way you captivate the story.
My only (tiny) wish is that you would have composed your poem into stanzas-- it would be easier for the reader to read and absorb.
It is a romantic/passionate poem.
Kye- |
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Re: Pietros
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by voyage on
Tuesday, 20th July 2010 @ 07:24:49 PM AEST
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| I know of a place that gives you that feeling, I can see myself sitting there, so nice. The ending is so lovely. Very passionate. |
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