Foggy day in Santiago town
makes me leave my bike at home
I turn by the sound of my name
and see your smile in the blue frame
people like sardine's pass by
a few steps under the drops
mix with bad Coffe
taking my sleepiness away
I see that a cap stops,
a lost cap from Norway
There we stand
dressed up.
There we stand
nerves are gone.
There we stand
it's time to speak.
There we stand
we can no other.
Out we go into the soft sun.
It's over now.
Same dress, big green waterproof bag
a little rabbit I see
Roses
Photography by ©Rahel Gysel
