Don't tell me I've changed.
Don't ask if I like making the beds.
Don't tell me two months is a very long time.
Don't try to figure things out... actually, don't try to figure anything out at all...
...
They are dancing here in their sixties, wearing trendy sunglasses and bright boogie-woogie dresses...
Others watch them with sparkling eyes and try to copy them: spinning, jumping, shaking their hips...
Still others sit with their big families in lounge chairs, eating fruit, tapping their feet to the beat of the music, squinting at the sun...
And they don't care about anyone else
...
And I'm lying here in my white dress right on the grass, thinking that the sky is the same... that the sun is the same... that distance means nothing at all... that there are things that don't need translation at all...
