35mm

sunday morning.
yellow breakfast.
and a blue blue sky.

planes. we don't fly yet. and we met in our way back home.

this bus, now.
you, from north.
me, from south.
we're strangers.
you take off your sunglasses. the sun shines.
thank you, I guess I like the way it warms my back.

yeah, we are strangers. and that's beautiful.

took you a picture. then, you pictured me.
we spoke. we kissed.
we, gone.

and those blue blue eyes. never thought i'd like 'em this much.




fue vivir ficción. en 35mm.