Sogno Amalfitano
I fell asleep, had a long beautiful dream, woke up at 5:45 AM and drove down Georgia Ave. back to my cubicle to work. My dream went a little like this.
The stars and sun were shining simultaneously over a cliff. The yellow sun bathed the cliff and a little town grew on its side. House by tiny little house built on the side of a cliff. A curious bird took a leap from an olive branch, and felt the air flutter between his feathers as he glided in the warm sunny air. He let the air hold him as he flew over the little houses and then saw the sea as blue as a sapphire. It was crystal clear like a giant glass of water and full of ancient stones. In the sea fish in groups of good friends moved together in unison, unaware of the squeals of joy from children on the beach with their friends. There were little children running naked (to the chagrin of American tourists), larger children being fed panini the size of a cat, there were teenage girls prancing around to get the attention of any adult, and groups of senior citizens nodding sympathetically about topics of health and politics. The fish, the fish swam in groups and didn't hear the noise above the crystal sapphire colored water. They said "Bluuuurb" and all agreed then quickly turned direction and swam to the next rock.
At the top of the mountain, a monk sat in silence.
His silence was loud and a cloud came strolling along to talk with him, in silence.
The restaurant took its little boat to large fancy yachts to pick up hungry rich people and bring them to an overpriced restaurant. They all got diarrhea from the expensive small plates. But they walked away looking just as fancy as when they came.
The fishermans golden retriever sits guard over the boats during the day.
The water is clear like a glass of water and blue like Princess Diana's ring that Kate Middleton now wears. But only the sad tourists who have seen dirty sandy beaches see this water and are amazed at its purity, the soft waves, the saltiness in the water that makes them feel softer. The people from here all complain about their lives.
"My life is so hard!" exclaims the owner of this beautiful place. "The weather is not good! The sea is agitated!"
The stone has seen Greeks, models, dogs, war, and water. It's also seen lots of beautiful fish. They are the best.
"Mamma, ho fame! Mamma, voglio mangiare. Mamma!" The little boy goes on, a treasure to be sure.
Ristotto with creamy Sorrento lemon sauce is a treat.
The pizza with anchovies ain't bad.
Fatty sent two spies to the fish restaurant.
They have intel who unfortunately sleep on the job...
My grandma really likes bugambila, so it grew here.
In Italy it is fancy to be tan. In Mexico people bleach their skin to be white. In the US we pretend to not be racist but race is in all topics. Even major parks are division lines for neighborhoods divided by race. The trees don't know.
The sun sets and relaxed couples let the water ripple over their bellies.
Some read a book. The man briefly wonders what smells like cheese, the scent moves away, he keeps reading.
I woke up, went to work, and sat in my cubicle with strong wind from the AC blowing at 45 degrees F. It made me sick. As I breathe less like a horse, I will blog something nicer about this dreamy trip.
The stars and sun were shining simultaneously over a cliff. The yellow sun bathed the cliff and a little town grew on its side. House by tiny little house built on the side of a cliff. A curious bird took a leap from an olive branch, and felt the air flutter between his feathers as he glided in the warm sunny air. He let the air hold him as he flew over the little houses and then saw the sea as blue as a sapphire. It was crystal clear like a giant glass of water and full of ancient stones. In the sea fish in groups of good friends moved together in unison, unaware of the squeals of joy from children on the beach with their friends. There were little children running naked (to the chagrin of American tourists), larger children being fed panini the size of a cat, there were teenage girls prancing around to get the attention of any adult, and groups of senior citizens nodding sympathetically about topics of health and politics. The fish, the fish swam in groups and didn't hear the noise above the crystal sapphire colored water. They said "Bluuuurb" and all agreed then quickly turned direction and swam to the next rock.
At the top of the mountain, a monk sat in silence.
His silence was loud and a cloud came strolling along to talk with him, in silence.
The restaurant took its little boat to large fancy yachts to pick up hungry rich people and bring them to an overpriced restaurant. They all got diarrhea from the expensive small plates. But they walked away looking just as fancy as when they came.
The fishermans golden retriever sits guard over the boats during the day.
The water is clear like a glass of water and blue like Princess Diana's ring that Kate Middleton now wears. But only the sad tourists who have seen dirty sandy beaches see this water and are amazed at its purity, the soft waves, the saltiness in the water that makes them feel softer. The people from here all complain about their lives.
"My life is so hard!" exclaims the owner of this beautiful place. "The weather is not good! The sea is agitated!"
The stone has seen Greeks, models, dogs, war, and water. It's also seen lots of beautiful fish. They are the best.
"Mamma, ho fame! Mamma, voglio mangiare. Mamma!" The little boy goes on, a treasure to be sure.
Ristotto with creamy Sorrento lemon sauce is a treat.
The pizza with anchovies ain't bad.
Fatty sent two spies to the fish restaurant.
They have intel who unfortunately sleep on the job...
My grandma really likes bugambila, so it grew here.
In Italy it is fancy to be tan. In Mexico people bleach their skin to be white. In the US we pretend to not be racist but race is in all topics. Even major parks are division lines for neighborhoods divided by race. The trees don't know.
The sun sets and relaxed couples let the water ripple over their bellies.
Some read a book. The man briefly wonders what smells like cheese, the scent moves away, he keeps reading.
I woke up, went to work, and sat in my cubicle with strong wind from the AC blowing at 45 degrees F. It made me sick. As I breathe less like a horse, I will blog something nicer about this dreamy trip.
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