sunday morning

the brisk air sneaked in
through the windows sills
and from behind the curtains
i guess the morning light shine

the coffee aroma is tickling my memory
while the water is waiting to boil
in a Turkish ibrik on an old stove-top
resisting the coming of heat

outside on the terrace
the red geranium is thirsty for water
the bougainvileas have shed some leaves
so they can read with me the newspaper.

the sea is waiting sparkling with light
the boat is ready to go fish
while all I wish is rest and enjoy
the salty clean air that I breath.