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Spaghetti with garlic and oil: what a beautiful dream!
Last night I dreamed about you. How nice to see you!
We were here at home, there was a cake, there were people, and there was you.
Nice beautiful! In jeans and White shirt (I always imagine you like this).
We celebrated a birthday, but I don't know whose.
You asked me to accompany you to Irma, who had to go to her.
I said yes, and we set off on foot. Along the road there was a small house (which in reality I don't remember being there) and there were some boys (who I don't know) with whom you stopped to talk; a very inviting scent came out of this little house with an open door and window.
I went in and there was a man, who I didn't recognize, cooking. In a large pan he was sizzling garlic and anchovies to make spaghetti with garlic and oil.
He invited us to stay for lunch, we said yes; while I went outside to set the table, you said "I go to Irma and, if she wants, I invite her to join us".
You headed towards Irma's house, I saw you enter the gate, and a little later you and she came out laughing and joking and approached us, at the small house.
I said to Irma “since he came to visit you? Look, he kept coming” and she was very happy and hugged me. You stopped again to play, joke and chat with the boys who were outside near the table...
and then, I woke up.
Today, in honor of you and all your friends, we ate spaghetti with garlic and oil.