Pastice Sidewalk Affair

I did not care

The American bar for upwardly mobil catalonians

For pastice, sidewalk atmosphere

Getting lost

A silly shoe game

It did not matter

We talked fluidly

Freely

Tangents connected

About everything

Seats adjusted

Your body, open to mine

I grabbed your wrist, your hand

Too easily

I rubbed your scar

You showed me your tatoo

We sat on the curb

The cool concrete

From zero hours ‘till

Ultraviolet’s first transformation 

of nightlife city life.