16 / 22.12.98: Field of Gold (hic!) VI

The sun warm my body...

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)

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