Thoughts’ Gate Pierced;
Prohibited, yet Tasty Madness
Chaining Crazy Curves.
Endless Cuteness, disillusioned
Abandoned Table for Tow
Wine splashes melted Red Candles
Pointless, Uneven state of Mind
Prudent drizzly Summer
Acid rain over Tragic Relationships.
Crushed blossom; Intense,
Ditched on Tanned Neck.
Obnoxious Minds Illuminates.
Another Kodak photo maybe was taken during 1721 shows a huge farm with all types of Mango tree around its boarders. The owner seems to be welcoming the visitors although he was not in the photo. Most likely, it was a she. A generous, welcoming female.
Never mind the owner, once Alfonzo passed the mango tress he started to walking through a wide field of strawberry, some are ready to be attacked as their blossom concurred his eyes and nose.
The farm owner built a fence out of a low-high palm trees that her horses enjoyed running freely the whole day. Alfonzo’s eyes fell on a rather small cottage at the far end of the farm. He could not wait to reach there. His steps were getting faster and wider with his heart beats getting stronger with every meter he advances. The cottage entrance faced the other side; Gosh; there is no gate. The owner must be inside; whispered Alfonzo and should I remove the wet soil on my shoes first?
He shivered, scared to death; there was nothing inside but a grave bellow a tiny marble flat stone with engraved words that reads: ‘’keep it gate-less, it is not my photo’’.