A PORT IN THE MEDITERRANEAN – Poetry, by Henrik Nordbrandt

A PORT IN THE MEDITERRANEAN

I do not know what is more important, the spicy sweetness of bitter coffee, mixed with the taste of the first cigarette in the morning, or the smell of fish and boats, freshly painted. The washed clothes on the wire, between the almond trees in bloom, or the mountains that put them in prominence. No, none of these things, but all of these things together, reveal that I have overlooked something, and that her presence will haunt me for the rest of my life, because I have ignored this while she was here.

(Henrik Nordbrandt)