This Woman

10:30 – She doesn’t know me. She doesn’t care if I exist. She exists in front of my windows during the daytime, during the sunlight.

12:04 – She is sunbathing every day from 11:30 to 17:30. She is sunbathing every day in her black pants and olive blouse.

12:46 – She never shows her legs. Even though her legs are part of divine, part of heavenly, part of the beauty, she never shows them and leaves my heart broken.

14:16 – She doesn’t know how hard is for me to study and observe her sunbathing in front of me.

16:21 – She has golden hair and bronze skin. She is sunbathing in front of me every morning. And every evening she is leaving me.

17:09 – She hangs her blouses – pink, blue, and pink again – in front of my windows. And then, for just a second – a sweet sweet second – I see her underarms in front of me.

19:03 – She dries her blouses in order to wear on her sunbathed skin. And then I see her – in pink, in blue and in pink again – going out in the evenings and leaving a smell of sunintheskin for me.

01:12 – She doesn’t care if I can hardly sleep. She doesn’t care if I see black and white dreams. She doesn’t care if I’m longing for 10:30ies.

10:38 – Once I tried to photograph her from my window. She smiled at me and made my heart beat faster. And even though I am also a woman and I must not care, oh, her beauty has stolen my sleep…