When the weather gets hot and humid, the sky clouded by heavy monsoon signs, the air so thick that it should be cut into pieces before breathing; I feel like wearing little dress, and dancing with my sandals on caribbean rythms, slowly, madly, sensually.
When summer is here, i feel i'm somewhere else, eating tropical fruits under a palm tree, so my kitchen is filled with papayas, bananas, mangoes, etc...
Does Paris turn into a "playa", not really though our cute mayor would like it, but marketing events can't match my mood, so if I feel like I'm under tropics, I simply live as if I were there: relaxed, open minded, not in hurry, cooling, chilling....and sensual!
sent to Leo, 2007, June 24th, 22h24
When summer is here, i feel i'm somewhere else, eating tropical fruits under a palm tree, so my kitchen is filled with papayas, bananas, mangoes, etc...
Does Paris turn into a "playa", not really though our cute mayor would like it, but marketing events can't match my mood, so if I feel like I'm under tropics, I simply live as if I were there: relaxed, open minded, not in hurry, cooling, chilling....and sensual!
sent to Leo, 2007, June 24th, 22h24
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