we arrived there just as the motorcycle broke
We had gear that was only sentimental
My heart went to a woman called Maira
She had arrived from the escalators and metro trains
Her mother had a project and everyone else had many needs
We took hollow twigs and attempted to build a nest
Temptations came in and out like a walking tv screen
We fixed her mother's leaky gutter and her smile shined
We put everything back on the motorcyle in perfect order
She went to the mall land to discover her past
I was sent careening into some old french villa
Where the winter wasn't as cold
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