Treasure Island

Atef Ayadi


Casa Lima


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,
Eileen's house,
my gallery, and her gallery.
It gathers everything
we both like and want
my casa,
my house,
my shelter
my lima.

The sun light,
the space,
the garden,
the bath tab,
the kitchen,
the big table,
the sofa,
the basement staffed with cheese, dry meet, and wine,
the sea is at the horizon,
the mountain,
the river,
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.

Submitted: Monday, April 09, 2007
Edited: Saturday, February 12, 2011
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