Gran Delicato -k.

I arrived earlier than she did
And sat down at a table in the back.
I started to read some Sartre,
Trying to look all smart.

"Nothing new."
Oh, Roquentin, I smiled,
what do you know.

The afternoon sunlight came in sharp through the window
At Gran Delicato,
Highlighting a few Greek signs on the wall.

I couldn't pay attention;
Signs, sounds, all so useless at this point.
I could only gaze at the front door,
waiting for her to come.

My racing heart and me,
Two sips of coffee to slow me down.


And then,
There she was.
Walking in slowly,
Angel-like.

I think my legs were shaking,
And I don't blame the coffee.

She laid off her scarf,
I rubbed off the sweat of my palms.

We talked. Talked. Love!
Sips of coffee to slow me down,
Hoping I could slow down time.

This moment, this feeling -
It was all so new.

We smiled.






-k

Gran Delicato

maksetaan vasta lopuksi

kahvi on hyvää ja vahvaa - en hermostukseltani olisi muutenkaan pystynyt katsomaan kunnolla häntä kohti

hänen hurmaavat kasvonsa pyöreän pöydän toisella puolen

lista kulttuurituotteista

korvaamattoman tärkeää kohdata oikeat kirjat ja musiikit 

oikealla on sohvia onnekkaille

mutta rakkaudelle antautuessa valitkaa pöytä ja tuoli

jännittävä tunne ja ikkunalla josta näkee pilkahduksia ulos

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tulin päiväunilta ja myöhässä koska kadut olivat taas vaihtaneet paikkaa

olin nähnyt unta vuorikiipeilystä 

___________

nautinto

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paying in the end

coffee is good and strong - from my nervousness I couldn´t have looked at him properly anyway

his charming face on the other side of the round table

a list of products of culture

important beyond measure to come across the right books and music

couches for the lucky ones on the right hand side

but when surrendering to love choose tables and chairs

exciting feeling and by a window from which glimpses outside

_

I came from a nap and was late because the streets had again changed places

I had dreamed of rock climbing

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a pleasure

-j

Saint the poet on nonsense:

" Thoughts into my head do come,
Thick as flies upon a plum."

    Edward Leary
   San Remo, 31 Oct 1881

Three weeks ago

We met at the library.
We both wanted to read A Book Of Learned Nonsense, by Edward Lear.
We began walking home together and going to cafés.

This blog is about writing down these experiences.

We believe in

La vie Bohème
Flanerie
Books
Poems
Wine
Coffee
Good food
City life
Aesthetics
Light
Films
Beauty

and so on.


-j