I lay down while you juggle. After a few words you join me and we just stay there.
Meanwhile we have a cigarette and you might eat some of that pasta. I find myself between your smile and your look. Nothing is as warm as your chest when you sing to me: oh Ana....and after another smile and a few kisses we fall asleep. For a few hours we share a deep sleep and sometimes I dream about you. There`s an interesting painting on your wall...some portuguese grandma paint it for you.
We go for a walk. Our hands find each other as they were meant to hug themselves all the time. That feels really good...all the time.
And then I have to go to come back again.
