She attempted to be casual, said I worked within my limitations, commented something mildly ambiguous about me never writing her a poem. That I do it for strangers, for people I just met, but not for her.
She’s silly. A heart that reflects stars. Petals. Sparks. She reads my blog. She doesn’t even know, all the complicated poems, so much of life’s beauty, angst, passion, glaring ambivalence is because of her. Her looks. Her longings. Her brutal disappointments.
“We have to remember they are very strong attacking side, so we need to defend better than we did tonight [against Atalanta]. They are solid around the park, won’t be easy but we are in good shape going into this game.”
- Paulo’s talks about Wednesday night’s champions league tie against Monaco after the draw against Atalanta on Friday (28.04.17)