A Love Story 2
Huelva and the Golf of Cadiz and it was August and in the
town
there were laud music and rockets in the air. I had met a
gypsy girl
she wore a white
blouse and a red long skirt she wore no shoes
her feet brown and dusty. Back then I smoked cigarettes-
chesterfield-
they were supposed to be upmarket compared to Camel
cigarettes;
even then I wanted to be different, a cook who could read
She admired my Ronson
lighter it was expensive and no one on
the ship had a lighter that classy.
She clicked the lighter a few times how she coveted it, but I
was
surprised when she suddenly ran away. I thought she ran for
fun,
she would come back:
she didn´t. Later I saw her she was with two
gypsy boys and I dared not say anything. I walked back on
board,
borrowed a box of matches sat in my cabin smoking and
dreaming
of her beautiful eyes.
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