lisbon

A seagull is bored, on the ball. Or maybe it’s not bored, it’s just waiting.

Today I turn forty-two. Like the answer to the question, and so on.

That time, I went to Lisbon alone. I talked to everyone, even to the stones.

A stolen kiss under the eye of a distracted god. To Lisbon.

Two unknown little girls are observing the time between their desire and their happiness. To Lisbon.

Marina Corricella, Procida (NA)