The harbour girl.


A wind blew the fog from the mountains in just a couple of seconds right after she looked at him for the first time.

No sign of her impetuous entrance could have been foreseen by his shortsighted eyes.

No melody had played in silence, on and on before as hers does, he would have known.

A sweet sense of surrender and arising feelings which are rather new.

Reality is questioned by the shine behind her eyes, by the mesmerising way she looks at him.

East and west make no sense when she walks in those jeans down the city centre. Down the alleys of his uneasy mind.

Lost? Perhaps.

Lost in the sea of the explosion that her hair describes on the pillow beside him, with detail.

A blessing in the form of a girl from the harbour facing the Mediterranean Sea.