Nicolau

 

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...

 

12/03/2007