MIRIAM IN MADRID.

The sun was strong and Miriam and I lay in the sun at the base camp side by side she in her red bikini and I in tee-shirt and jeans (not wanting to get too sunburnt) who is that hag who complains all the time? she asked no idea I said not much on names only faces even the ex army guy who sleeps in my tent (one has to share a tent with the same sex unfortunately) I keep forgetting his name she looked skyward in her sunglasses (large things like insect eyes) I like Madrid she said I could live here if I didn't have a job back home yes we could set up here I said get jobs get a place together bed together visit the museums and art galleries together sit in bars together she added do you speak any Spanish? I said no she said apart from my schoolgirl attempts which get me no where have to make our way here without it I said as long as we can get a beer and bread and bed she laughed and put out a hand to touch mine thin fingers small hand I gazed at the trees above my head touching the sky birds in flight thinking of her and the love made last night.

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