Another Summer

Another summer Summer is over the night arrives hastily it was a delicious season spent indoors his cancer didn´t like to sun. To sit there and dream of summer wine and dance reading brochure of adventures in Thailand. Once he travelled to Paris, walked the street trying to get a whiff when Paris was Hemingway´s Ezra Pound’s Gertrude Stein’s and James Joyce’s. Instead, it was another overpriced city but he went to the house where Edith Piaf lived her name was on the building and the street where she had lived had a lived-in patina. He was not invited, to a literary salon but Shakespeare’s bookshop took in two of his modest book