afuera de un café cerca del catedral

the busker´s merry flute
plays lead to the chirping
of sparrows.

their song is interrupted
(nay punctuated!)
by a five-toll
of cathedral bells

the dishwashers join the song
with their away-putting of
plates and silverware

old men slap cards on table
just inside open window of
La Restaurante San Jaime



the youth clap in cadence
they sing Alle! Alle! Alle!
they´re probably dancing
up the Rue da Franco
i can´t see..

i hear...
the wind walking
(feet off the ground)
up and down the streets
and inbetween the leaves
on the shrubs of this plaza
it pops four flags
atop an ancient tower



i hear...
the trickle of peacful waters
circulating in the fountain




the man beside me smokes a cigar
i hear it!
i hear it crackle with his inhalation
i hear the smoke mingle with the steam
from my afternoon tea

the flowers are growing
in the mortar between century-
old stone walls
i hear the mortar bits bouncing
sprinkled on the cobblestones

i hear the pilgrim´s staff
century-old sound
resounding clonk step step
clonk on the cobblestones



i hear
hot
tea
between my own lips...



ahhh...