- Vol. 02
- Chapter 08
Image by Sigrid Calon
ROCKNever knew a stick of rock would look like this when it was hot.
It reminds me of you when I first saw you on the promenade in Rimini.
The Italian sun recognised one of its own, beamed down some of those Latin lover's looks, catching me off-guard,
as I stood panting,
waiting for a go on the new carousel of love.