Away from the stables where they were about to cut a stallion,
on a 95 km/h cruise control drive under a blue morning sky towards the
cyber cafe where I am greeted with a Castellano told anecdote
about some drunk french girls emailing their mother at night.
Enjoying the compliments from site visitors -from one I get paid for,
agitating gently against xenophobic headlining from on online newspaper,
starting to realize that those recurring flower pictures are for her.