There are people
who break your Universe into thousands of pieces
who break you into thousands of Universes
who have to put
all your pieces and Universes
Traveling to a new city is like entering the house of a new lover.
The desire, the anticipation, the fear:
– What if I am lost? What if…?
After a few days you will know:
Here’s the coffee, here the coffee cups are.
You will have the map of his body.
And the smell.
You will wear the smell of a new city, and of a new lover
Like a souvenir.
That’s why we make love
And that’s why we travel:
To steal the smell.