Oh.
Am in Warsaw now escaping the uberable heat of Rome...Am happy and trapped and missing the spice of my urban-gypsy-Roma lifestyle. Home? My language. The language in which I choose not to write this blog... Home? The bar on Via Marmorata where everyone knows my name. Home? My small urban apartment near the Gazometro...
I am calm though...at least that much. Not stressed. Morning mist intenesely green grass under my feet. Laptop on my laps. And too much clean new funky shops and houses with perfect gardens to find any reason to write poetry.
I miss the spice. I don't miss the heat. Ready for the South Africa and Bangladesh tour courtesy of my work...
