I'm setting in the stairs of some church, in the middle of a very "inclinated" street after alfama... Waiting for the bank to have some money for me. Strange this old and new buildings togheter... A woman that cross the road inside a cab (taxi, é assim?) bless herself. With the sign of god. I'm eating a banana and smoking.
I'm finishing to write this in the present and i'd write a letter for send it to you in norway. Even if you don't like.
I´m remembering when you sang to me norwegian lullabies.
I remember the smell of apples in the night, and your ass like james dean.
I'm risking my life for this love. So I don't have nothing to loose.
Love is no more dramatic
is Life. The wish / will of conquer / fight
But we need some calm to do it. To think how to do it.
I need your body to sit at night. I need your face to put my hand slowly.
Your eyes, your smile, your way.
(and then all my fears of loosing you)
