Every morning Hair twisted round her finger She drinks from the tap
Sopraelevata, Surfing through Genova town, It’s good to be home
Waiting for sunlight, Birdsong on the breeze, Ebony thoughts
Crisp mountain sunlight, Through a slot in the curtains, Illuminates her
White fields yield to brown, T-Shirts replace jackets, Winter is going
Water is running, A disturbance in the bed, Nocturnal peeing
A lonely ascent, Mountain views for company, Will she be waiting?
My two favorite girls, Smiles as fresh as the sushi, A perfect evening