Wednesday, July 18, 2012


Under August's sun
in Mertola's square
you waited for somebody,
pushed by sultriness,
peering greedily
in your hand-cart.
Only three flavours for the palate:
cream, strawberry and chocolate.
Until evening
at every passerby
you anxious stand up,
maybe a customer!
I still imagine
you on the bench
raking around restless,
cleaning the hand-cart,
stand up and sit down...
Finally fill a cone
of ice-cream
and give it to the child
who smiles at you...

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