'have i paid you for the cappucino?'
he asked,
to the ol' woman with white head scarf...
it was another breaking dawn
at Antonio dohrn
and the lawn
by the road
was green...
some avid golfers, their caddies...
they in white could be seen
practising hard shots...
teeing off...
and the breeze from the sea soft
told him he had been good...
no matter what rocky mountains stood
and tried to block his pursuit
for the origin of life...
'era gratis per voi...'
(it was free for you...)
the old woman said smiling...
motherly...
he looked at her hands
pale skin with blue veins...
shaking in cold but not infirm;
'perche?'
he was not willing to accept free
the cappucino...
'I know...'
the old woman in white head scarf
smiled and said
'but you got works to do...
you are in a hurry...
so now you go...
this debt...
to me
will send you once again to me
and then you might return
with more money...
you could return the debt then,honey...'
he was amazed...
he stared for long
to the ol' woman in white scarf...
the golf course was green
and the breeze from the sea was soft
and some people were practising hard...
with all focus...
teeing off...
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