Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

T.O. BOBE

I wanted to invent a unique do, one that would give voice to my love. It was autumn. Later, in the evening, on the radio, I listened to Nicu Alifantis sing “Autumn is here, it’s here.” He was singing in the building where we once were. I would have loved, have loved to cover my heart with your hair.

And saturate my pulmonary circulation with its scent. I didn’t have any idea how your hair was scented. But I would have wanted my heart to pump down to the tips of my toenails the smell of your shampoo. When I was young, it was autumn. I knew you knew I was looking at you. And like a fool I left to learn to make curls (my stupid habit-- making things complicated), instead of going to you

and saying that I loved you. But your legs were so crossed.

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