Island

I'm sitting on an island

Thinking of you

Running out of time and go fast

The clock strikes twelve and it is time to begin.

Monday 7am

I had a book in my right hand

The days passed around my eyes and everything began to cloud

I grabbed a suitcase and went out to the boat that everyone was talking about

Piere, that was the name of the ship

He had a stature of gold on his first balcony

A gem of could describe

12pm

And the ship boarded

I was in my bedroom when I heard a noise from outside

On leaving I saw an attractive man having a glass of wine

Hello, that handsome gentleman told me

Hello, I answered

What's your name, miss Monicc

And you, Federic