So quiet are you now,
and words have all been said.
We should have gone to bed,
but we don’t know just how.
Much talk there was, when we just met –
So quiet are you now,
as if we had a row.
The books have all been read;
We should have gone to bed
(remembering my vow ).
Not cold, but silence do I dread
“So, quiet are you now?”
“My mind is numb, so that is how.”
“Was it something then I said?”
We should have gone to bed…
You smile and kiss me on the head:
“So well I know you, long as we’ve been wed!
So quiet are you now.
We should have gone to bed!”
Friday. The whole country was in a very good mood after yesterday’s worldcup soccer game, as my country wan in our group, and it was no surprise there were a lot of smiles in the supermarket where we did our groceries.
A couple of about forty came in at the same time as we did. He was extremely happy and hummed a bit, while going through the lanes with his cart. Cheerfully he asked her what to get for dinner. She didn’t care. She left it up to him.
She, a good looking woman, was a lot quieter than him. They splitted and I saw him going to the wine bottles. There, he took out two expensive red wines, Bourgogne, and looked at them with love, before placing them in the cart. Then he looked for his wife. He saw her, in the lane with the sanity towels, she was throwing 2 packages of tampax in the cart and gave him the eye.
He immediately took the two bottles out of the cart and placed them back on the shelf. And that made me laugh. The look on his face, it said it all…
The ferry had just left port, when I decided to go out on the deck for some air.
Seagulls flew over my head and screamed, a sort of sorrowful sound, but they just wanted food.
A man, about 60, was feeding them bread.
I watched him do so, and I wondered why he did it, as the nasty birds shit over his shoes, picked in his fingers and never had enough.
“It is the fun factor,” he said, as if he had read my mind. “Like throwing money to beggars. The way they crawl to pick up the coins.” He groaned. “I love it.”
I didn’t like him on the spot.
He went on feeding the birds untill a woman, I suppose his wife, came on deck as well, took one look at his dirty shoes, and sort of thumped him in the stomach. She took the rest of the bread out of his hands.
“Get inside!” she ordered.
It made me chuckle to see him obey. It had a certain fun factor. 😉