a golden day

it is always sad when love ends

but i believe it doesn’t disappear

it remains somewhere until somebody else embraces it

today was a monday and i decided to wear the gold i had found on the streets

golden tights, a golden sweater, a yellow dress, a glittery scarve and my favorite jacket, embellished with golden frinches and buttons

a golden monday, a day to sit on the golden sand and listen to the waves

i brought the cup somebody gifted me in the weekend on a party

i brought wine and cheese and olives

and a book, the haiku master Matsuo Bashō’s “The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches.”*

on my way to the sea i found a grey sweater with a red heart in a garbage container

“i love barcelona”

but there was a big hole in the heart

i wondered if the wearer had gotten tired of the sweater or of the city

i love barcelona

i don’t really need a sweater to show that

and i like how the city gives me gold to wear and a cup that makes me think

i sat in the sand on the sweater and drank wine from the teacup

reading the Oscar Wilde quote on the inside of the rim

 “a dreamer is one who can only find his way home by moonlight”

the night i was given the cup i was dancing with friends

we had glitter in our hair, it was a new moon night

and since we are all dreamers and there was no moonlight we realised there was no way we would find our way home in the dark

so we waited for the morning birds to guide us

in the far distance i saw the barcelona casino

a golden building shaped like a wave

and i wondered if today, this golden day, i should take myself in my golden outfit to that place

i wondered if it might be my lucky day

and i realised it was

so i stayed where i was

when the sun set behind my back

and the sand turned from golden to beige again

i walked home slowly, bashō on my mind

when you find true love

take it to a golden beach 

sit on it in awe

* haiku is the shortest among the traditionally acceptep forms of Japanese poetry. It consists of seventeen syllables, divided into three sections of five-seven-five. Matsuo Bashō (1644-1694) is recognized as the greatest master of haiku. An ardent student of Zen Buddhism, he wrote a lot of his poetry on a series of travels designed to strip away the trappings of the material world and bring spiritual enlightenment.