Old familiar mug
Such a warming hug
Brooding by two hands
For endless weekends

Sit in front of a god
Stretch full from turquoise blood
Kites surf on invisible ripples
Calmness of temples

The sweet perfume of the south
Atmosphere so couth
Salt on my bare skin
Somehow the edge of living

The sun caressing the Earth
Then begin the day's birth
My thoughts were flying
Toward the next feeling