stuffy stuffy stuffy why is the sun bearing
down on us so mercilessly, no reprieve from this heat, i’m breathing in my own
sweat, it’s so hot, sticky moisture rolling down my nose
but it is not raining, the heat is also
good, the Sevillian sun makes the streets beautiful, entices tourists out of
the cafes, i love the streets full of tourists, good atmosphere and perhaps
fuller pockets too
they like the entertainment, something
different they say, they laugh at us admiringly, some drop in a little euro or
two, some shake their heads, wondering what is going on in our heads,
some walk on by without sparing a glance, they think we’re faceless, but that
does not mean we don’t exist, inside we’re still men, four sweaty men trying to
earn a living, but it’s okay, i don’t mind playing the fool, as long as someone
laughs
this suit is reeking from my sweat, Miguel
would be cooler, i think, inside the dress, i wonder what his sister would say
if she knew what he uses it for, i hope she will not call her husband, her
husband i hear works in a butchery
oh no, someone brought a barking dog,
through my eyehole i see it is only a small one, but what energy it has, it won’t
stop, doesn’t like the accordion, he’s no lover of music, but it’s okay, Rafael
is having fun with the crowds today, they like his accordion-playing and his
jokes, well, i don’t mind so long as someone laughs
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