Sweeping and listening to music, she crushed into VP’s car door.
I asked her about the painting on the wall.
She didn’t know
“I don’t like poetry” she said.
She was not from town and used a very
peculliar expression morder na gente
=> “byte on people”… she was talking
I asked her and I took A picture; not THE one; I GET absorb thinking 😦
Email? “don’t have any”, so I promised to give her a copy of the photo.
Now I am always carrying a poem in my bag;
because, to me, Katia is a poem.
May for all be poetry made it can be read on the wall, I say
MAY ALL BEINGS BE HAPPY