Chapter 5… Of poor lovesick poets
Highway from Leon to Managua, Nicaragua
“Jairito, what’s that you’re talking about?” She would gently question him, while her gaze alighted with that look of love in her eyes, and then, she would softly sigh. “I can’t believe that you’re at it again!”
“And there you have it! In the mornings, just a poor forlorn mad poet, deeply in love, and he sighs, maybe just a passing wish, as he looks out to the sea. A lost look in his sad eyes, while he impatiently waits for her to arrive, for he has hopes of buying the fish and seafood she peddles, and any other thing… that she might be willing to offer.”.
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