White Sea Foam

LEMONIA / (F)LIP EDELTRAUD => TO HAVE AND HAVE NOT

AVRA
THURSDAY MORNING
23/1/2014

WHITE SEA FOAM

When you left I thought my life was done and over,
Or at least that I was finished as a lover,
Which is pretty much the same thing to me,
Coming back from Koutsouras these last few nights,
With an easy feeling through the misty lights,
All I know is, that ending could not be.

I no longer climb peaks to seek sensations,
That's a task for all the post-industrial nations,
Who from April are swarming on this shore,
Going back to Koutsouras, I have a reason,
Winter always used to be a great fuck season,
I just take up my sex life as before.

There's no dreaming, there's no love, but there is fucking,
On this shore this issue no one is ducking,
This is Crete, we never love before we fuck,
You recall, perhaps, the way I was flying,
But you may forget the way I was dying,
To forget or to recall you've got a knack.

I just stop en route sometimes to blow my fife,
I am what you would call "native wild life",
And this village has become my second home,
It's ok, my young duck, I have survived,
I don't care if you're delayed or you've arrived,
For to me you are the same white sea foam.