To a new city

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.

And they

Let us.