dublin Joana. Recalling it as the moments we've had So intrinsically bound The invasive scent of fried food And the viscous colour of a Liffey The swift unperceivable words Of friendly unfamiliar expressions The loud drunken chants Awkward in its tangible unison Men stumbling over each other Laughing in oblivious stupor A small bridge every few meters Taking us through the wild, busy mob So many languages but English In a multitude of human hues Our short moments of upset Your soft kisses on my hair The quiet windy mornings My body wrapped around yours. 020503 what's it to you? who go blather from