Itsumo no keikai.
A chattering of consciousness: Spanish, left; English, right.
No – this is zappai!
Rolling traction tyres tread th’morning shade ‘n sun.
Does it matter, though?
Th’only rule (really) is: it simply has to feel like one.
You’ve become settled, fully integrated in, the mem’ries of another.
I can read our time together.
Never you. No… Another for you?