I wish...

I wish you could sit on my bike with me, that you could see the last rays of the scandinavian summer sun, the Copenhagen lakes that we pass over the bridge, that I could feel you shake from the cold of the breeze, that I can sense the warmth of your neck, I wish you could hear Paulo Conte sing to the night sky, that you could smell sweet scent of the summer flowers blossoming, I wish you could see me smiling when I imagin all this...

(Picture will follow if the weather allows it tomorrow)