A Noise evening in a local bar. People coming out. People coming in.
Some friends bang on a really out of tune piano.
A man in his sixties, black, typical jazz musician look, opens the black curtains and walks straight to me :
[Repeatedly] “You’re so beautiful. You’re so intelligent. I love you. I’m your father. [To all those entering or talking to me] She’s my daughter. She knows what she wants. [Kissing my hand, kissing my forehead] I really dig you. I’m sticking with you.”
Without knowing the strange
. this is having for me
but it is always like this
the head-on meaning that has
. in this city
. the chaos of life.