The house I want to build
with the cement I make,
the stone I carry and I brake, and
the sweat I add to the mixture.
My dream house,
my gallery, and her gallery.
It gathers everything
we both like and want
The sun light,
the bath tab,
the big table,
the basement staffed with cheese, dry meet, and wine,
the sea is at the horizon,
the guest room,
a little space for Tango, Salsa, or any new type of dance,
a book shelves
Are added as needed.
we both have dreams
and we will never stop dreaming.
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