On a sunday afternoon

- “What the fuck is wrong with you? Snap out of it!!!

The concert was simple but cool, the temperature was mild, the river didn't smell and the company was good. I guess there was something missing there, like another zombie - a blonde one, beautifull and vivid eyes, "petite" but tough, craving for a Red Bull or drinking some wine or a "mini" and - that's why - smoking a marlboro light or silver slowly, enjoying each drag like the last one, now that the guilt for smoking has gone with the alcohol, always non-dependent and thinking by default efficiency-first...maybe she would be a little bit impatient towards the end, i'm not sure but i'll bet on that...

I would hug her in the small colored, unconfortable and wheeled islands that smell like the countryside, knowing that the tighter the grip, the easy it breaks, but i think she wouldn't misunderstood me. I would "take care of her ass and legs", understanding the real meaning of it, and knowing that i wouldn't like to do anything else, than just cudlle her soft and gentle skin... And then the distorted perception of time as it would stop for me for a little while - no musicians, not always the maintheme-saximprov-pianoimprov-bassimprov-maintheme-end song structure of jazz standards, no people coming out of the boat station looking , suprisingly, tired at the sunset and on a hurry on a sunday afternoon, no seagulls picking on a piece of something floating in the water, no boats bridging everyday lifes between home and work, work and home, no stupid tourists with guides in their hands, striking the pose to every scenario they find, no cars honking on our back to a drunken old man that kneels on the zebra praying and crying, no anger, stimuli, observing, parallel thinking and processing all the time... just silence and her for a little while - and then time could shift and accelerate to lightspeed, like the last time i was with her and we both were zombies...

- “Oh, Thank you for asking. i'm not depressed or anything, it’s just the city...ok, maybe, i've got a little bit of city sickness, but i guess it's normal on a Sunday afternoon.”