sitting on a park meadow — no one repents.
A newspaper is moving on the grass.
Silence between them, the radio is playing jazz,
the radio of the two friends.
the young girl and the young man.
Sounds of the city are blowing through the trees.
Saturday lies heavy in the air and weighs upon the knees
of the two friends.
having enough time for confidence,
having enough time for innocence.
The world is spinning round and round, round and round,
around the two friends.
“Oh, what a time it was, what a time it was,
long ago, it must be long ago.
I have some photographs.” (Preserving the memory
of the two friends.)