Irene

Who do you want to suffer more me or your blessed lover outside the cafe' Du Coursse it’s a perfect sunny evening kids looked after by mothers is your love done by keeping as if you know better in life between the covers to get rid of evidence you think you’re clever wiser than the others in the cotton jet set Ray Bans on the terrace September withers another burning furnace drink whisky with a soda evening's sour ball colour a breeze comes from somewhere will you close the shutters