Barão Reports - Coffee And a Mosquito
On the way to
Lagos
just the usual
Saturday visit to the
big local city market,
the road
suddenly
became wet.
Despite a fairly
grey sky, the
temperature was
warm, the air
dumping scents of
fennel
curry and rock
rose – my favorite!
a must have I
collect in bunches for later
re-use, just in
case a big cozy hug comes in hand.
Parked the car at
the right spot, family
out – we love
returning to the same places
including same
people
their fancy
habits, improbabilities
the expression in
their faces slightly
changing but
keeping the soul
year after year
makes you develop
something I would call
attachment to
frenzy of staying;
and then the rain
fell
hard as it does
seldom, for less
than a minute – we could hear it
smashing against
car roofs -
that’s it, was
gone
no regret or
compunction
showing.
Now the rest is
up to you
grass, good and
bad weeds
marigolds,
poppies
raise your wild
beauty and leave us
dreaming of more.
On the way back,
more or less at
the same mile,
the road became dry.
The pleasure of
eating fresh shrimps with salt & lemon
makes me think of
nothing.
The tuna steak in
onion sauce
was savored and swallowed
as if unique.
The owner of the
café approaches smiling with coffee and a mosquito; he assures me
It never rained
here.
© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho
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