Dear Apple,
Everything you have to give us is sweetness.
You know how to touch and fill with wonder all of my senses.
Your generosity is your gift.
In your smell I still can see the flower that you were once upon a time.
Your bright colors are there to remind me the sweetness of the autumn days.
But it is when I am about to taste you that a river of pleasure is about to flow.
When with a first bite I penetrate your skin.
When I can hear your flesh cracking under my teeth.
When I can finally taste the sweet flavor of your juice but still with a touch of the bitter of your skin.
Bite after bite you carry me away in some beautiful meadow where everything is love.
Om Shanti.
c'est toujours un plaisir de lire ces lettres !
ReplyDeleteMerci Sandrine.
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