La Casita Blanca

In that friendly and romantic watering hole, love was master and today under its eaves no birds nest except for the doves where the sun shines. Perhaps they called it The White Little House for having a terrace of restless sheet or perhaps because furtive love has eyes of a friend and a poet's pen and in its corridors lost a pair of underpants. It kindly cared for and for a modest price that early morning slip-up, when she with the shopping and you with the newspaper uncertainly breakfasted love or when a mouth whispered in the ear the warm language of white clothes. When pockets overflowed with kisses. The White Little House provided you with a discreet