cruise ships come in orange bedroom communities. The ultramarine blue of our souls froze. Workaholics and alcoholics as pale as the moon that we are meeting. When we were fourteen, as in the films of Rossellini. Eclipses and other oceanic distances from you. They will give us thirty euro. and put us in a row between the heads and hearts bowed lean on escalators and flying carpets. and casehardened sofas. You'll discover that the other Americas and me. and the hum of everyone's work. As the sound of the sea. the business of living, every three sentences raise your eyes and look at the dirty white wall in front of you. and your little princes all hanging.
