Donna's Wedding Bossa Nova - that we danced to in 2008. Now, 1-11-2014,
Our Seventh Anniversary breakfast in the country.
Donna and Pink Camellias. Some where in the Cape Winelands.
I Included this story in the
"777" Topic because . . . well - you'll see.
I am stranded here - trasfixed by the gaze of My Immortal Blue-Eyed Girl.
We made it this far.
Seven Years.
My Shiny Wife tells me: "I'm mad about you. MWah!"
She drives me crazy. I drive her mad.
Donna booked us in to the the very last Orchard Cottage at the end of
the row.
Number SEVEN!? on the Boschendal Wine Estate for the week-end.
"As far away as we can get from other visitors!" - Donna victoriously
proclaims.
We had breakfast on the restaurant patio. After a lazy morning, we are
now driving the WOLF back to our cottage, taking our picnic basket with
us.
We are not going to sit with the hoi-polloi on the lawns.
We will have our "lazy lunch" at a small dam near our cottage. And crank
up the music in WOLF,
"so that we can dance - if we want", my Shiny Wife tells me.
Dressed in her Oriental-style robe, Donna Darkwolf once again blew away
the other guests at breakfast.
As we were passing the wall of Camelias, I noticed that the pink of the
flowers complimented her robe, and I had Donna pause for me. . .
Click! The inevitable photo-op.
As we dance to our Wedding Bossa Nova wafting out from The WOLF, I am
reminded of the words from
"My Love" by Florence + the Machine.
Our feet dont touch the ground -
"I was always able to write my way out
Song always made sense to me ///
So tell me where to put my love
Do I wait for time to do what it does?
I don't know where to put my love"
Source: azlyrics.com
Writers: Florence Welch / Dave Bayley
That night I sent this to Donna to find when she awoke next morning
from: Franco morenofranco.design@gmail.com
to: Donna darkwolf@netactive.co.za
date: Nov 02, 2014, 10:12 PM
subject: Stranger Than I Could Ever Have Imagined
Bella Strega Mia
And when Love came, it was stranger than I could ever have imagined
No cracking open of heaven -
Just the gentle, sublime grace of a song drifting
On a breeze
That one hears once
And once heard, can never forget
Thank you my Only Love for all your Magick
Of these years
You make my heart dance, Donna Darkwolf
I am so happy to be the one that you chose to dance with
So happy that you are waiting for me in our bed
Happy that I awaken beside my Beautiful Witch - Mio Bella Strega
See you for dinner
Send me the menu, Donna Mia, and dress nice for the Chef!
Il Tuo Capitano di Cucina
XXXXXXX
NEXT: She's Like a Rainbow
Donna replied to me: "i will be wearing my indian caftan, so -"
I replied to Donna with this hastily montaged image (wants me to make
a Curry).
"i also want three chocolates. x", was her reply.