Sunday, June 20, 2010

twenty-second cycling trip

No one has answered the ad yet. My husband didn’t come home today, although I cooked a delicious dinner for him. So I had my time during the day, I walked all through the house, in the old bedroom I came across my grandmother’s dusty exercise bike, I thought I’d sit on it, but then I decided not to. All night I dreamt of Zoli lying under me, I kept waking up to embrace him, but Zoli remained only a dream. During the day I went down to the beach, to get some fresh air. I looked at the sea for a long time, then on my way home I picked oranges in the grove. When I met Zoli, I gave him one too. The moon was shining, my heart ached.

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