Pur sang

Looking for a present. I open the door of

the candy store. A bell tinkles. An angel

who plays enthusiastically the triangle?

On the shelves, in the jars. Peppermints,

wine gums, lollipops, chocolates, sweets.

All those smells, all those colours. A boogie

woogie of flavours. Behind the counter,

a woman dressed in an old Swedish apron.

She looks like the female singer of Abba.

I read in her fragile eyes. "Are you laughing

at me when I tell you that I care for you?"