Luganega
Wongole
Sausage
Invigorated for three days and more of ramadan,
Liver responses, okay,
I bravely resume that usual sweet routine:
The start is around six.
What a bomb! A warrior spirit rises.
What a blonde! A rigid thought arises.
But maybe on Thursday I'll take you to the mountains.
We'll eat there. I have the stale sausage.
The conditions are very unstable
The shadows are already six
Paying, I feel a nice regurgitation creeping in
Even though I wouldn't want to.
A wave breaks inside the sink.
The blonde doesn't flinch and drinks wine.
But maybe on Thursday I'll take you to the mountains.
We'll eat there. I have the stale sausage.
