I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.
And when the fog’s over and the stars and the moon come out at night it’ll be a beautiful sight.
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
“I’m going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.”
Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.
"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple."