Somewhere

somewhere It is a beautiful morning in Cascais tourists are still asleep, as is my wife A police car hastens through the Avenida and the young officers who likes to drive fast through the empty streets? Yesterday was a great day in Moscow, so many beautiful uniforms, blue and gold When young, I wanted to be a general but being petrified of things like bullets flying through the air, I donned a white apron. My days as a recruit in the royal navy were not a success: I do not handle being given orders without protest. So long time ago, now I sit on the terrace a seagull lands sit on the railing and shrieks let it be nosy at it, wants, bravely I ignored It demands of me not to sit where I sit.