I met her one afternoon,
as she hunted songs with her guitar.
She was wearing jeans
and a little yellow rose in her hair.

¿What are you going to do?
She asked, smiling.
`Whatever you want`, I replied;
we went to the seaside and soaked our dreams.

I winked my eyes and a dolphin
painted a curly wave on her chest.

And then I laughed… and we broke the ice;
we bit our fingers
like a viola (the tenor violin) in a cello solo.

You are like a tiny ant
who kisses and bites me,
who runs up my back
& lies down on my beard
to study geography.

You are like a trapezist

That crosses my tongue;
and your circus of flowers
carries me and lets me loose
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And I felt like crying,
but only in my right eye.
She spoke of the moon and Chopin,
while I played Prelude to a Kiss.

And then I laughed…and we broke the ice;
we bit our fingers
like a viola (the tenor violin) in a cello solo.

You are like a tiny ant
who kisses and bites me,
who runs up my back
& lies down on my beard
to study geography.

You are like a trapezist

That crosses my tongue;
and your circus of flowers
carries me and lets me loose
loosing count,
loosing count,
you are…