Those scent in the air
reach the hand out for the branch in bloom
the Pomegranate tree
wrought irons attract attention
the dark green shutters
opened by a sweet ringing voice
the dining room in carved wood
the old door
keeper of the secrets of four friends
that confabulate as they say
about a new game to invent
memories come true
sumptuous lunches
a very old group picture
let the thoughts
hover in the shadow
jealously guarded
by a big heart
that never lies
