Vulessero Vaso

Vulessero Vasa, she called my name from the cleaned room. There she asked: Vide O' Mare? no: no I answered, looking at a painting Spira Tanti sentimento, yes she smiled a perfection of sentiment, a glamorous rendering or art. It's so, so he said jokingly. So, so it's worth more than all you could ever image. Perfection is expensive isn't it? Quite expensive indeed.looking out the window she remarked of being happy the rain had stopped: she love the aroma of outside after the storm. Marvelous the nights, starry eyed and warm.Candlelite was thematic for evening our supper we dined and danced by candle lite. By the fireplace we sat watching and waiting, we were determined to stay woke until the power had been restored.Romance, makes way to love might you make love to me she asked him: then he never said a word. We woke to the sound of chainsaw, buzzing and a barking dog from the junkyard scratching at the door.Breakfast was awkward, after which we finished cleaning. I told her I had to leave she told me what night shall we be again? His anwser was straight forward and bold, he told her to speak him as hers and the days we speak shall be tommorrows as lovers.She said when you comeback to Surreinto stand in the door and I will invite you in as my fiancee.