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 _ On a tiny bus that resembles a domestic living room, people are sitting on a circle;

watching each other and the time passing by before the engine starts.

Two friends enter; they occupy the last two empty seats.

A boy and a girl around their sweet sixteens.

She has bright pink hair, he grows them long around the face.

The moment they make themselves comfortable, they both reveal -simultaneously- a small mirror from each backpack.

And they start touching their hair with brisk, synchronized moves,

as if this is the only meaning left on this world.

Or at least, on this bus.

_ Saturday morning.

You walk through the touristic masses as if cutting a thick, foamy piece of white pudding.

 Somewhere near the spanish square two clochards are standing in front of the spanish embassy.

They keep their belongings for the day into two xl paperbags – a chanel and a sportstaff, respectively.

_ Outside of a famous, suburban ice-cream store, early afternoon.

Dozens of persons support themselves on parked cars,

they are blocking the way of passers-by,

they are covering the whole city block.

Babies on pink chicco trolleys, in-love couples close to each other, girlie gatherings.

They all expose their tongues according to a repetitive pace; licking.

A strawberry ball has recently met the ground, leaving a cartoon-like ‘splash’ echo behind.

Eternal

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_ #while licking a strawberry&lemon flavour#

the sun is burning, but only on the bench that they are sitting.

She believes in luck, he believes in pure reason.

She is watching her watch as if she is waiting for a time bomb to explode,

any minute now.

He is taking his time.

On the next bench,

an old hunchbacked man covered with a grey trench

takes the place of a young couple, formed into one creature.

‘He may be a spy,’ she says, ‘watching out for terrorists’.

‘There is no terrorism here,’ he corrects her, ‘only mafia’.

_ ‘So, is this the place that katie holmes married tom cruise?’

Yeap, that’s it.

‘And who designed the original project for the castle?’

We do not know.

‘And which was the typical, daily program of the princess and the prince ?’

According to my opinion, they must have been terribly bored.

‘And did they have a fridge?’

#giggling# No, of course they did not.

Later, on the castle’s terrace, while scanning with your head from left to right

the panoramic view, your glimpse stops on the private garden.

A small green piece of land, surrounded by walls,

radiating the atmosphere of an imprisoned nature.

Who needs a small frame when you can have the whole picture?

Ephemera

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_ They reached the end of the house’s corridor that became a pier,

running and giggling in their party clothes,

and they found themselves hugging

in front of a closed door.

On their left side and on the same level, the sea.

On the right side; a wall.

It was day and night at the same time.

And then, she woke up.

_ They entered the sleek and shiny lobby of the hotel’s building.

They tried the soft and round armchairs of the main space,

comfortably placing their feet on the small, low balls that accompanied them.

They lied down on the white plastic benches of the courtyard and then,

with sharp, silent moves covered with a veil of hesitation and reluctancy

they entered the elevator with their sunglasses on.

They pressed the button of the penthouse

and they entered its bar, still wearing their sunglasses.

They turned fastly right and they exited the interior space,

as if they were late on a very important meeting around the swimming pool.

The swimming pool was empty, the chairs carefully set aside and

people were coming and going forming random schemes,

seven levels down – on zero ground.

At some stage, they both looked up

staring at the round silver speaker from outer space,

waiting for a message to interrupt the music tunes.