In the heart of summer

We wear gloves in mid-summer

That's how I was, rather haphazard,

And when a man puts on a sheepskin coat

I was putting on, mistakenly, a sandal.

If on the road there was a pit

My clumsy feet

With a crooked step towards it they head

And the slender ankle gently breaks.

And as I was walking, more falling than walking

Outside in the month of July

You came into my path singing

You were wearing a scarf and a guitar.

Anca Stanciu