There was that guy on the beach!
La mia famiglia called me back from the wind's breath,
tormenting my soul.
I was just looking at his silhouette, though.
We popped the cork off the bottle of reddish wine;
shining through it was the light from the sun.
Sardines--
my mother served them because she liked them
smoked with mustard.
We walked, later,
into the night where all the fun was, I supposed.
And then he was standing there at a concert and we started dancing bodies side by side to the
beat.
