A hot shadow fell over the beach, so that depression had captured the sun after all.
The wind stayed under the cloud cover.
The day stood still between one and two.
Vanilla ice cream melted in her brown hand,
she licked slowly with a cool desire.
She still had salty pearls on her cheeks,
she brought the waves in her hair.
And in her eyes the stars of the sea.
I looked for holes in her shell of silence,
tried to make myself talk to her.
I looked up and had no idea.< br/>Four numbers made an advertising flight.
Then there was cologne in the air.
She said something that I had a hard time hearing,
a man was playing with a radio
who was then able to tell me in four voices
that love was all I needed.
She looked at me thoughtfully a while later
and just as I was about to caress her shoulder,< br/>she apparently started to get bored
that I was just sitting next to her in silence.
And she half disappeared behind the morning paper,
you could read world news up to her navel.
She said cologne would be nice.
I was sorry I didn't have it with me.
She looked tan under her bikini,
she had a high fence on her garden.
The first drops fell on my hand,
time for tea and to get dressed.
Suddenly everything seemed like years ago,
she put on her clothes and greeted me.
A veil of rain fell over the beach
and children cried loudly and dissatisfied.
The wet flags fell down
and something that never began was already over.
Her little cruel hand did not let me go.
The rain made me long for the sea again,
its waves held me captive again.
I took the morning paper with me, it was mine.
/>I was dragged further and further away from the beach,
the smell of cologne wafted from the land.