Caterpillars ambling and blue waves crashing
The beach is regarded as sun shiny bliss
As Jorge serves caffe my mind is distracted,
Catch wind like the palm trees swaying above
Amsterdam
Sinuous yeah
There is a lot of activity
Concentrate:
to the birds gone away
Acting like myself is who I know
To be like the birds and escape
Croatia
Even space gets lost in the foothills
and language turns to mush, not needed much
like history without flags or a cannon that will not fire,
still admired
because sometimes bok means simply bok
Munich
Impressions swirl colors canvassing the valley
old and new, left and right
Don't cross the street until the light says it's ok.
The spectrum forms into a point,
clarity is kept in the pockets of the people
Prague
She was going down as I was going up
A strudel smile and four eyes on a tray
served to the cold
busy streets remembering when the streetcars were new.
We continued contact,
Unable to let go as we parted
A dog whining upstairs to its teddy bear
as the strudel gets cold on the table
Da Pamphili, io Parto di Roma
I've worn all my clothes
Wait - the stove's in celcius
They didn't fucking do the dishes
Munich and Croatia, what about you?
Language exchange,
Sono studente
pomodoro, allora, ragazzi,
va bene
6 ft high, like the letters on San Pietro
Wait, hold on; I gotta pee
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