Louise hoops

I was still a young sailor on the Adriatic Sea. No sooner had the ship docked than I rushed through the streets of the city. Venice, Bari, Split, Dubrovnik… I've done them all. At dawn, you always appeared. You followed the steps of the sun on the water, you remained moored to the light of dawn and to my memory. So I took your scented tissue paper out of my pockets and ran my fingers over your earrings that you had tenderly forgotten on your pillow.