by: Ari Ochoa Petzold
She will invite me on a date:
serenade me, standing everyday
in the corner of my street until
I dare to confront her face.
She will wooed me with an old
hollywood movie line and it will
work out because I’ve never
seen them. And therefore
I will not know how the story ends…
I’ll take her cold hand in mine
and will stroll through the cobbled
streets and oil lamps, She will
buy me churros and I
will take all. She will give me hot
chocolate and I’ll drink two or
four cups.
By the end she will invite me back
to her place with the promise
of a calm evening, and eagerly
I will obliged and with a kiss
we will
part.
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